I'd like to also say that my mom is still holding hostage the good dose of pictures that are individuals of me, where I'm sporting things like plaid jumpers and size XL t-shirts (and considering I was smaller back then than I am now, and I currently wear a size medium at biggest, you can only imagine how ghostly I looked in my practical sheet shirts).
clearly baseball hats and high tops were my thang.
I found this one in my stack of old pictures. Pretty sure I took it of myself (selfie with a film camera- HOLA!).
9th grade... rockin' the bob and high tops. This is why my parents worried about me in high school. And this is also why Drew has frequently said it's a good thing he didn't know me in high school. ;)
And by 12th grade I had a little better fashion, but good grief. My eyebrows and hair. Why did someone not pull me aside and tell me I would regret this rats nest????