me as a teen
There’s this meme that’s been going around, and for once I actually decided to participate because it sounded kinda cool.
Things Of Note in this little portrait:
- This is an amalgam of my looks from between 15 and 17
- My sorta dykey haircut. I was going for Audrey Hepburn/Wynona Ryder. I’m not sure I quite got there. I did get asked if I was a lesbian a few times. No.
- The little sparkley butterfly clip that is holding up my rather awkwardly growing out bangs.
- My black messenger bag. Which I got from Le Chateau. The only place I shopped. Possible contents include: sparkly nail-polish, sparkly lip-gloss, iridescent eye-shadow, green-tea scented hand lotion, American Vogue, GO bus tickets, a script (from the school musical of course), pens, a small notebook, and some kind of pretentious, hardcover novel from the library (or, let’s be honest here, possibly some Anne Rice if I felt like slumming).
- My thrift-store, mens, stretchy polyester shirt. I probably underestimated the size of the collar here.
- The size of my shoes. Large. I liked to balance the width of my pants (wide) with the size of my shoes (clunky).
- My glasses. They were bright-blue, metal cats-eyes. Totally hot.
- Lavender. Mauve. Whatever you want to call pale, vomity purple. I loved it then. I can’t stand it now. Go figure.
- I ate, pretty much like a pig - but I was hella’ skinny. I can not believe how skinny I was. Ten pounds away from Nicole Ritchie skinny. It shocks me to look back in pictures. That twenty (or thirty, or forty) pound college rule is totally for real guys. *Sigh.* I want my old metabolism back.