Oh, Emma. The good news will ALWAYS at least be your face, and that is a wonderful genetic advantage to have.
The bad news is, in no particular order: The peeptoe-wedge-bootie-thingies, the baggy pants, and the crop-top (I blame Lily Collins, I’ve decided) that looks like a combination between an angel food Bundt cake and high-fashion football pads. Please, please wear this as a wide receiver on a full-contact Fashion Week charity team called the Angel Food Bundt Cakes, made up of starlets who will be taking on editors of a team called the Wintour Squash, coached by Anna and quarterbacked by A.L.T. I would watch the hell out of that. Please wear a helmet.