Honestly, I don’t know why I do it to myself, but I read an interview with Louise Mensch in last night’s Standard where she was talking about fashion. ‘If you’re a feminist, you’re not supposed to be interested in it,’ she said.

Baloney.

Feminism, surely, is about defining and getting equality for women. It’s about freedom – and that includes the freedom to wear whatever we want.

Deciding you want to wear those boots with those jeans and that top because that’s what you want to wear means that you’re in control of your own body. The epitome of feminism, in fact.

I’m saying this, of course, as the daughter of an original women’s libber. My mum and her friends campaigned for women’s rights wearing kaftans and Ossie Clark dresses (yes this is them, in an old newspaper photo). They all love fashion, and they’re all feminists.

Dressing for men is probably the antithesis of feminism, and you could argue that there’s nothing feminist about F*** Me shoes – but you could also argue that being in control of your sexuality is crucial for equality.

Yes the kind of fashion that makes women feel bad about their bodies is definitely not about feminism – but the beauty of fashion is that they’re Always Something Else To Wear.

No one will ever tell me what I can and can’t wear. I love fashion. And I’m proud to be a feminist.