Personality Dilemma

Sometimes I forget who I am. Today I had a slight hit of this. I looked next to my bed, to where I have random stuff while my carpet was being cleaned. 
On a chair (no idea where this chair came from, it randomly appeared in my room one day and has never been taken away), is my printer. On my printer is my sky blue, Colette Dinigan purse, my rosary-bead-cross necklace made in Byron Bay, my tea cup where I keep an assortment of things (it has never been used for any liquid). Currently inside is a plastic pearl necklace, an easter egg wrapper, a leopard print bracelet, a gold plated bracelet, a Q-Tip, a nail polish remover wipe and my name badge for work. 
Also sitting on the printer is a box of tampons and my khaki coat. 
There was one thing on this chair which really is not me. Tampons. I hate them, why are they there. It was this tiny insignificant thing which sent my mind wandering as to who the hell I am. 

I looked further around my room and everything seemed to fit into my personality pretty well. 
My Unit flat brim hat hanging on my wall. The only thing hanging on my wall in fact.
A few feather boa's, shoes of every style you could ever think of. Giant hand bags and clutch hand bags. A shell pink, leather brief case which used to hold make up. Lot's of pens and paper. CD's. A steal-lock-and-key CD case which I call the gun case. Leather, lace and studs. Stripes, spots and love hearts. Bandanas. Magazines. After sun lotion. Text books for media law and public relations. More shoes. Hair dryers and a hair curler. Bus tickets and rose petals. Yeah, I have a messy room okay. But it's not ALL on the floor. Just some of it.
I am not a tidy person. Well I am, just not in my room. I have silk sheets and a (faux) fur blanket. I have random little tables and random bit chairs in my room. I have black furniture and white walls. It doesn't make sense. Sue me.
But it is who I am. But one tiny thing in my room threw me off. The tampons. I couldn't believe it. But it's not who I am. And it made me think about those people who hide their real personalities behind season by season covers. 
A conversation with a friend last night about 'teeny boppers' also was a little bit of a spark for my blabber of today. We were talking about how they are ruining real styles, like Indi and punk rocker. It is a shame because the real people behind these styles live the lifestyle but the mainstream, cheap stores mass produce their clothing and then suddenly every fourteen year old girl is dressed as one. It's wrong, but it's the way things are.
I wear clothes I bought when I was a lot younger (and can somehow still fit into, trust me that isn't many pieces). I wear clothes I bought last week. I mix and match. I dress how I feel and how I want. So many people try to put me into a label, but i hate to tell them, I am not anything. I am just me.
Does this upset me? Not really. Should it upset them? No, why should it?
In the end you just have to become comfortable in your own skin and live with it.