I was sorting through some photos today, looking for proof of the different 'dos I have sported through the years, and I realized a few things. 
  • In Grade 9, I was voted Best Dressed Girl...so either everyone who voted felt overwhelmingly bad for me and thought it would boost myself esteem, voted for me as a joke, or they all must have been blind.  Wow.  How is it possible for things to be so horrible and not be aware of it!!?  Will I look back in 10 years and think the same way of how I dress/look now? Probably.
  • Why did anyone let me cut my hair like a boy?
  • I've never really been photogenic.
  • It's amazing how a quick glance at a picture from 12 years ago (or more) can bring back a flood of memories, good and bad.
  • School pictures should never be shown to anyone.  Unless you want to go on Ellen for her Bad Paid for Photos.  Or Awkwardfamilyphotos.com
  • My nieces and nephews sure were cute!
  • It would be so fun to catch up with friends that I haven't seen or heard from in decades.  Find out where they wound up living, what they are doing...
  • I had some seriously ugly fashion moments.  I wish I could say it was just hair or clothes, but most seem to be hair AND clothes.  Will someone please tell me if I am wearing something horrendous or if my hair looks like an 8 year old boy who cut it himself?
  • I sort of want to share some of these photos with you...but I'm not sure my self esteem could take it! And I don't know if some of the people in the pictures would want the world to see them either.  But man are there some sweet photos.
  • Is there anyway I can hide these pictures so that my children never get a hold of them? Oh, and nieces and nephews of mine, beware your wedding days...I have LOTS of great pictures of you!
Stay tuned, maybe one day I will throw up an old school photo blog post so you all can have a great ab workout.  Maybe I should warn a few people first...

1 comment:

Grandma Smith said...

I love that you look at photos and just see the bad hair and the fashion. I look at pictures of my children and think to myself "seriously" where was there mother. the hair cuts the clothes the dirty faces. We had a great time but really I think I could have done something more with them. Possibly why they are all a little OCD??