Facebook annihilates my self-esteem. It's taken years of daily affirmations to recover from my bad choices: claw bangs, orange skin, Boy George, and electric blue mascara. Like moths to a flame, the pictures come back to burn me (and Janet Jackson) for our wardrobe malfunctions. Does that simile even make sense?
In case you're wondering, I'm the one standing in fifth position, head tilted, ready to be crowned Miss USA. At least my orange hair matches my legs.
P.S. Please respect my white Keds.
P.P.S I still love you, Kara, even though you posting this picture forced me to make another appointment with my therapist.
Love the picture!
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ReplyDeleteAh Katy, you were the epitome of cool back then!! Everyone loved your hair, your tan, and your electric blue mascara. We were obviously all crazy, but still, we loved ya! :)
ReplyDeleteI wish my kids thought that!!! I love you with all my heart, Shelly!
ReplyDeletehahahahaha...still laughing...i think i'll be laughing in my sleep. probably because i just posted pictures of myself on my blog and i'm pretty sure in 10-15 years i WILL be mortified.
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