going through old pictures and found one that used to mor.ti.fy. me. seriously…horrifyingly embarrasingly oh-my-god-hideithideithideit! quality. when i was fifteen. (read: when i felt fat, and ugly, and awkward, and out-of-place, and just so wrong).
now? looking at said picture only makes me feel shame at what i’ve become. dear god, have i let myself go. and why did i have no idea in REALITY about what i really looked like. i had cheekbones, and a waist, and that ‘visible collarbone’ thing that is all the rage nowadays (only not in an emaciated-zombie-model-from-zimbabwe kind of way). my eyes? no bags under them. and my hair? so cute!
if only i knew then that it wasn’t going to last, and that i didn’t have it nearly as bad as i thought i did…
i would’ve appreciated it.
hey, nerdy 15-year-old self! you’re not so bad, kid. not so bad at all.
(now…excuse me while my thoroughly depressed 25-year-old self goes out and systematically destroys each.and.every.mirror. in the house…)
mine :
