I was 12, socially awkward (
proooobably autistic based on personal/family history), and simultaneously wanted to fit in and ~be unique~.
I had two friends, who were more like people I followed around and sat with because I didn't know how to conversation, and one was very into the punk scene. Not like Green Day, Blink 182, nu-punk. The older stuff, the ska-punk, all that jazz. I actually still like Rancid.
So I tried emulating her, but I couldn't afford cool stuff, didn't feel comfortable wearing band shirts, was afraid of hair dye/cuts, and my parents weren't into me deconstructing my clothes for science.
I also liked anime hair. Y'know, the sharp side bangs?
Between this and hair gel/need to have spiky hair, I ended up with stiff, crunchy bangs for a year, while wearing plain, giant black hoodies, armsocks from Ardene's (Sort of like Claire's in the USA), pyramid spike bracelets, hundreds of those jelly bracelets when they were popular, baggie black nylon cargo pants, baggy men's jeans, and a pair of long black men's shorts with a skull and red X on the back pocket. Also lots of black/red/grey girl's t-shirts with pictures or sayings on them, like Happy Bunny or witty, ironic things like, "You're unique... Just like everybody else."
That was my entire wardrobe. 3 pairs of pants, maybe a dozen t-shirts, and two sweaters. My family was lower-middle-class, so we had a nice house and weren't food insecure, but we couldn't really afford "extras".
EDIT: Omg, I can't believe I forgot that near the end of this year, my dad got me some really awesome raver pants as a gift. They had 37" openings and were black with purple checks in some places and Jack & Sally appliques. Someone literally stole them from me when I was 18.
Everything deteriorated when I moved/as I grew up/through the duration of my bad teenage relationship. Punk wasn't a scene at my new school, so I was a weirdo. Luckily I'd stopped with the gel, but my hair was always in an anime ponytail to keep the long bangs going. And I had LONG hair, all of it was to my waist. That's a lot of bangs. Eventually I ended up only keeping my hair in a messy bun, wearing a baggy pullover Slipknot hoodie and baggie jeans, no accessories or anything (My ex was a controlling jerk)
I look back and just cringe at my entire adolescence, but that year of crunchy bangs... I can't take that back.