The clothes makes all of the decisions. You aren’t you until they do. Your character is defined by them, not the other way around. Every wonder why you can’t wear that hat or those sunglasses. This is why.
A husk walks in to place an order. Wearing clothes that the designers believe themselves to have made. The husks have no personality. No body fat. Have you ever seen them eat? These husks we know as models but they aren’t people. They never had an opportunity to be formed by the clothes they wear. The clothes they wear have no identity. They were just born. They haven’t lived and learned from the other clothing on the racks. They are just prototypes. As dead as the eyes that wear them.
Ever wonder why nudists are so weird?