Third grade began the dreaded picture day with a cold sore. I was prone to cold sores as a child. And without a doubt, I seemed to always get one at “important” times in my life, such as picture day. My mom tried everything she could to help me cover it up, but I will always be tortured by those dreadful beasts.
Is that a jean shirt?
OoO, fifth grade. The year of the braces and no smile. Oh, and showing off the band instrument in the school pic. Cool kid alert!
Sixth grade. And yet again, another cold sore. Can you tell I was into “jean” everything? Those are jean overalls I am wearing, with a jean vest over them. Oh, and smiley faces were big this year too.
Oh, hello seventh grade, no braces, big hoop earings and the cool-sexy head tilt.
Eight grade was the introduction of the eye liner. And something my parents liked to call “The Unit.” I was so obsessive about my bangs… each piece perfectly curled and doused with about a can of hairspray each time, that when the wind would blow, the whole “unit” would blow back up against my head.
Who knew my parents were making fun of me behind my back??
Now in high school…. I ditched the eye liner and I think plucked my eyebrows for the first time. Because you know, the boys were noticing those kinds of things… ???
I remember having a “rule.” If three fingers could fit across my forehead, then I should have bangs because that meant my forehead was too big. So apparently these strands of hair did the trick….
Tenth Grade. No more bangs! It only took me about fourteen years…
Eleventh Grade, Oh wait….. they’re sneaking back in!
And twelfth Grade. The typical senior pic. Alright..so it took…ten years of awkwardness? Maybe I bleached it out with all of those highlights…
It’s fun looking back at old pictures and being able to poke fun at myself. Who knows, maybe I’ll look at pictures from today in twenty years and will be cracking up at myself once again.
At what, I wonder…