 Hi, I'm Charlotte Crosby and I'm going to be taking a little walk down memory lane to look at my fashion choices over the years. My hairstyle at that time was the beehive. It was a little bit Amy Winehouse. I didn't have any eyebrows, I didn't have any lip. I don't even think it really looks like I've got any eyes there either. My whole face is kind of being swallowed by my big chubby cheeks. I just don't really like the way I look there. I look a little bit like a beetroot. This one I don't really have a problem with. That is just standing casual where a pair of joggers in a hoodie, I still wear that to this day. However it's more the appearance again. Like the brown hair I don't like. I don't want to be brown again. Because it looks like I don't have eyebrows it looks like my forehead is just even bigger because it's nothing breaking up the space between the lid and the hairline. I'm so glad I got my eyebrows tied on. This one isn't bad because I've got a full face of makeup on and my eyebrows have been drawn in and my lips have probably been drawn in. My hair's long. I've got a nice little red dress on. This one is a pass. A skimpy black dress for the high split. You can't go wrong. I am starting to think that my fashion sense wasn't really that bad. It was just what I always did with my hair. So if you look my hair is like really, really, really big. Like almost touching the sky. So I think that was a big no-no. The fashion is fine. The hair blonde. Good. Touching the skies. Not so good. This one is so wrong and I'll tell you why. I had a boyfriend at this time called Mitch and we were really comfortable with each other. So I started to gain a little bit of weight. I started to not care what I really looked like. This picture is from the night I went into Big Brother and it was meant to be such a big night. I shouldn't be making such an effort. When I look at people walking into Big Brother these days, they look put on. They look like they just walked off the cart walk. I'm wearing a kilt. I don't know what the hell's going on. I'm not even wearing high heels. I remember I had some little boots on, some ankle boots because I was so self-conscious in the way I looked. I just stopped caring and just tried to hide my finger because I wasn't happy at that time. This one is nice. It's around Christmas time. I've got a little black skirt on. Christmas jumper, some over-the-knee boots, fashion-wise I'm good. I'm winning. Hair is a little too curly but at least it's not massive. What on earth was I thinking? I just can't. I've got no words for that. That was a bad stage of my life. I think that was the Mitch stage again. This one isn't so bad. This was also the Mitch stage but I think I was maybe on the weight loss journey and I was starting to get myself back and making an effort and I've made a little effort there. I think that's actually quite nice. This is a good one. Gorgeous little classy dress, beaded, navy, nothing too revealing, nice updo with the hair. I think that was about 8 stone 10 there. I can't even imagine being that way again. All wrong I think. This is another red carpet appearance but I had the brown hair and I don't think this dress was right for my humongous tits so I'm going to give this a no. This is trendy, trendy Wendy. Very trendy, very trendy. Cool, this is very cool. I'm giving it some boho shake. I've got a little pair of sunglasses on. My tan is on flake. This is a winner.