What doesn’t embarrass me, makes me stronger
I remember back in the days when I’d see my shrink regarding my past history with cutting, she would tell me that sometimes you just have to look your past in the eye and stare it down. Then, decide if it’s worth being sad, mad or embarrassed about.
I know I’ve mentioned it in the past, but for a few years of my life, I was mistaken for a boy. I sported an awful bowl cut and to this day, still makes me shudder. There are times where it truly makes me laugh, but I mean, I looked like a boy! I was even called “Sir” on more than one occasion.
I mean, sure, I partly asked for it by being a tomboy and wearing hats and flannel shirts and such, but I was still a girl. I wasn’t giddy about liking a boy, I just wanted them to play kickball with me. I could care less if the boys thought I was cute, rather I wanted to go ‘ride some bikes’ as we used to say, with them.
I want to laugh about how silly I looked. And last night, when I was being sent photos from my mom, sister and aunt, I laughed. Hard. And then I showed Jessica and she laughed all the way in Louisiana with me.
So, without further ado, let me present some awesomely bad photos from the 90’s and share in the laughs.
What would growing up be, without a family trip to an amusement park? Welcome to the summer of ’94 where I (featured in the front right of the photograph – no, that’s not a boy, that’s me,) was excited about a fun day at Valley Fair. Carly and I wore our best over sized tee shirts, because that’s what the difference was between being neat and super awesome in the ’90s.
Here, we see another day of family fun in the backyard of my grandparents’ house. This time, my shirt is so large that it actually covers my shorts and could possibly be mistaken for as a dress. Also, I’m pretty sure that’s my Mom’s natural hair color. Please note, that yes, my feet were that big. I was like a puppy growing into it’s paws, if you will.
Then there were the times where Carly made me wear her clothes and pose. She did this to me often. Being as I was the younger sibling, I willingly obliged. In fact, it was kind of fun. And when you look past the awful polka dots, you see that perhaps they bring out my eyes, no?
Yup. This is the winter of 94. And I’m about 10 and wearing footie jammies. But I got a remote controlled car. So that redeems me somewhat, right?
And finally, this gem. This makes me sing, “I’m sexy and I know it!” No, that’s not a mirage. The sweater I’m wearing has a rabbit carrying carrots. And that’s a Viking’s hat. My cousin Chris is to the left, and he claims that he looks like Ryan Gossling. In his dreams, perhaps. And Carly, to the right, makes me want to break out in a lovely rendition of “I’m a Lumberjack and I’m OK!”
I wasn’t going to use this photo because I can’t even laugh at it, but I guess it’s all a part of the growing process. Not to mention my aunt posted it on Facebook for all to see and laugh at. Or at least just Ett. In this photo, my aunt put makeup on me and her fancy earrings. And then told me to look serious.
According to Tyra Banks, being ambiguous is a trait that the modeling industry likes. You hear that?
The only thing I can say that I appreciate about this photo, as Ett pointed out, is that you can see where some of my kids’ features come from. Good or bad? You be the judge.
Can I just say, yay for puberty? Because I finally got a clue and started to grow out of my awkwardness.
Here is a typical example of how growing up with Carly was. She was the queen and I was the peasant.
Related: butterfly clips? Remember those?
This photo was taken when I was about 14 and actually had good hair. What I appreciate the most about this photo is the fact that Carly is wearing a sweatshirt that she got from the Goodwill that says Burger King on it and that there’s a Clarion Wrestling calendar in the background. I’m fuzzy on the specifics, but I believe we won that from the Clarion University radio station by shamelessly flirting with the DJs on air.
Anyone remember when two piece prom dresses were popular? I went and bought mine, thinking I was so smart, but then half of the school went out and did the same thing. Not to mention, I was a little (read: a lot) upset that Carly went and got the exact same color as me. But it was her senior prom, you know. So I had to play nice.
That said, of the girls who got the two piece prom dresses wore them with modesty. Am I modest? Not so much. As my prom date and I walked out on the stage for the presentation, parents sat, mouths agape in the auditorium, staring at my bare midriff and pierced belly button.
And if you saw the photo of my prom date, he looked like a very happy camper.
Also, why is there always an obligatory show the leg photo?
Lastly, my junior homecoming. I wore a feather boa and my sister’s old dress from years past. Gotta keep it classy, I say.