Every January, we look ahead to a new year, eyes wide with hope. We declare that this time, “things will be different”. We’ll get new opportunities, new experiences and, most importantly, a new version of ourselves. We tell ourselves that for this “new you” to stick around, we must surround ourselves with newness. That means new habits, new routines and, inevitably, an entirely new wardrobe. But the more often I hear this speech – and witness the cycle of wardrobes haphazardly emptying and filling up again – the more I wonder: what was so bad about the old you in the first place?