I'm out in a gazebo with nothing around me, so probably the sleeveless argyle sweater which is doing a better job keeping me warm than my blouse/skirt.
I guess my hair bandanna because it keeps my auburn hair from getting too neon red.
I have only two people one could, without any doubt, call friends. One comes from a family wealthy enough they could instantly pay off someone's mortgage if they wanted to. The other comes from a family that straddles the poverty line but which is respected enough they could probably change if they wanted to. And I come from a community so small and so isolated economy as a thing just doesn't exist (but I do happen to be rich in rai stones, not that this helps me).
We don't tend to think about wealth unless it comes up or if the first friend's father is doing something special, in fact they're usually pre-occupied with one of the very few things they have in common.
My first and only full BF is of Malagasy heritage, complete with the accent, though anytime I mention his culture having grown on me, there are people who will say "Madagascar isn't real African culture" since it was settled by Indonesians from the thirteenth century and was an extension of their own Buddhist existence. Other than that, I went down an Afro-Latino rabbit hole whilst learning that the majority of the conquistadors had African heritage and an Afro-Carribean rabbit hole due to Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, both being insightful.
One reason is because they offer a vocal umbrella against the establishment.
The fact that the potential of denial is so strong in people that they may claim the sky is purple if so much as someone they trust tells them that.
A surprising amount.
How little is little here? People tend to treat any deviation as big.