Oh look! Another wonderful excuse to scan old pictures and bore you to tears!! Yay!
And here is further proof that I desperately need some fashion advice.
I remember this skirt. I loved it – when I could wear it. But if I ate even ONE donut, or ONE piece of chocolate *PLOOP*, I would blow up like a balloon and be too bloated to wear it.
So if I planned on wearing this skirt? I didn’t eat, for like a week.
I loved this shirt. I have no idea why other than the fact that I thought it was cool that people could see my midriff when I lifted my arms (this was CLEARLY before children) and it gave me a sexy thrill “exposing” myself like that.
Now I go completely berserk at the idea of someone seeing me in a bathing suit, or shorts, or capris, or camis or …
*ahem*
And my hair. Apparently, I was going for the matronly look. I mean, I have it pulled back, but the way I’m smiling? Indicates I think it looks good. *gag*
And is it just me or does my right arm look like it’s been put on backwards?
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