I saved the best for last...There's nothing like a thirteen-year-old trying to look forty. Now that I'm in my (extremely)late twenties I can't really see the appeal in that. I was so in love with this picture at the time. I'm fairly certain that, had they let me leave Glamour Shots with it, I would have worn that extremely stylish sequin jacket to school -because that's how cool I was. Except that I totally wasn't. Looking at these pictures I'm starting to understand why.
The current me (well, the current me after someone has blown-out and fluffed up my hair and a professional has done my makeup. I don't go to the grocery store looking anything like that, people.) Is the fact that I can totally see similarities between the two a bad thing!?!