Strip anyone of their style and who, nay, what is left? Certainly not anyone I’d want to know, let alone meet. The thing remaining would be an it, an identity-less organism of no consequence. Even the most boring, unoriginal person in the world isn’t an it.
Stop playing to your it-side—it doesn’t even know how to dance. Play to your you-side as if you were a walking symphony. Harmonize to your tune of identity.
Your choices express who you are. What are you really saying to the world? What kind of visual notes and flavors, and behavioral colors are you creating?