Gather round, friends – and be merry! for today I share with you the story of my journey from this:
To this:
(@ delirious-rhapsody)
Although I feel a bit fraudulent participating in this sharing of awkward adolescence, since mine doesn’t appear to have ended yet. My skin is still shit, and when feelings happen I am still mystified to the point of tears or sulking or yelling or a snack coma. And I never did get used to my changing body. Huh. In any case, feast your eyes on the photographs of my rise to power. Er, adulthood. Errr, quasi-adulthood.
It's important to note that I dressed mySELF like an old lady. I think I was going for "angst-y poet."
Clearly my brother takes me very, very seriously.
I'm on the far right, obviously. First girlfriends. Awes.
CLOGS. BAND.
Nailing it, as always, the summer before eighth grade. And those are fake teeth.
Because I felt my real ones weren't tragic enough.
On the way to the eighth grade formal, where I spent the whole night sitting with a boy I liked spilling things onto his Stain Dockers and giggling. He had asked me to be his date to the dance? And I really, really liked him so that was awesome. Then almost immediately stopped liking him and told him I just wanted to go to the dance with my friends. And then liked him again and spent the whole night with him anyway. And then we went to different high schools and I think he's a doctor now. There's a lesson in there, I think. And that lesson is that Stain Dockers are neat and fun.
Freshman year I mostly hung around this girl, who was awesome plus in college so was made even more awesome in my ninth-grade mind. (She lived upstairs from me and ours moms were friends, so wasn't like college-student-creepily-hangs-around-high-schoolers scenario. Calm down.) She taught me all about good music and used to let me come to work with her at a bookstore and do the register and that it was okay to be awkward because it made you more awesome.
Wore a lot of band t shirts? Even though hated going to the concerts.
Also thought school was boring. The fact that I graduated is a testament to my black magic skills. Which is why I am now taking elementary algebra at twenty-three. THANKS A LOT, ADOLESCENT LINDSAY.
Also wore my brother's t shirts a lot. And spent probably too much time wandering around downtown, which at the time I felt was very glamorous.
Went to Kansas City a bunch of times? Yeah, I don't know. LOOK HOW LITTLE MY EYEBROWS ARE. WHY. (PS: Valerie, sorry I dragged your awkward adolescence into this. Also thank you because most of these pictures are ones you took.)
Why?
OH. Suddenly remember why.
"Riding in Vans with Mr. Bestor."
Being extraordinarily helpful at a food pantry.
Awkwardly had too many dates to junior prom. Showed up with two boys and a girl, both boys thought they were my date when one of them was actually supposed to be for her? Unclear in memory. Anyway was very effective way to make recent ex-boyfriend jealous. He threw up on a fake horse in a stable at the castle where prom was. True story.
Awkwardly dated awkward boys.
Not him though, I think he was gay. Also don't remember who he was. BUT CHECK MY STATE OFFICER PIN. You're impressed, it's fine.
That's enough I think. In other news I scheduled an outfit post for tomorrow (I KNOW EXCITING RIGHT) that I was going to do today but! I thought this sounded like more fun. And so I scheduled it for you all, because while I love you very much I am very busy and important and not the owner of a smartphone. Happy weekend!
