Drop Dead Sexy (or perhaps not)
My blog hasn’t been self-deprecating enough lately. It’s time I pull these jewels from my arsenal. I bring to you… seventh grade. Quite possibly my most offensive year in regards to my appearance.
I’m the one on the left. Just kidding! I could never be that tan, even if I tried. I’m the one on the right. The drop dead sexy girl with the glasses. The one with thighs the same size as her arms. The little fashionista sporting the outfit straight out of Teen magazine. The one who, given the good fortune to meet them, would have surely received a proposition of marriage from one or more of the NKOTB boys. The one you’re currently daydreaming about punching in the face.
Clearly, those were my fave shorts.
Ah, yearbooks. Timeless confirmation of my stunning good looks in middle school. See that smile on my face? That smile is my way of saying, “This yearbook makes me want to go home and kill myself. Thanks for asking.”
Yes, I really wanted to kill myself. Sad, no? Glad I didn’t. I know y’all would be bummed if you couldn’t read my blog.
Love you long time!
Honey, 7th grade was the most offensive year for most people on the planet. My offense? I never could figure out the right way to use the curling iron on my bangs, so I walked around most of the year with my bangs in a nice curl, but with something terribly wrong with the very tips/ends. I was using it backwards. Add that to the perm, the pink glasses, my attempts at wearing all black once or twice and my fondness for peach blush, frosted peach lipstick and peach eyeshadow…all of that equals a pretty vivid picture, yes? And I played the flute and drove a go cart after school. Good times.
5th & 6th were the most offensive for me… 7th was when I turned bad-A… lol I wish I had some pics to show you ;o)