I thought, I might have that beat. Might. You see, I decided to get my hair cut about a week before my senior photo. Smart. Evidently, I wanted to look like a boy. And I frosted my tips. Hawt. I also hadn't discovered tweezers yet back then, so I've got mad brows. I present to you, me, circa 1998. You'll be glad it's small...
Take a moment. You can laugh. I hate that picture. And that sweater - really, that's what I thought was my best outfit? Ugh. I only used this photo for my yearbook - I had my real senior photos done at Sears a couple months later instead, then proceeded to hand out 29347346 of them to my friends, whether they wanted them or not.
Alright, back to school work, fittingly.
2 comments:
Frosty tips!!! Oh my gosh. I never went there, but my mom did on numerous occasions. She was so fashion forward.
Frosty tips vs. Hooker roots. I think it's a tie. (I don't know why I just called them hooker roots...I wasn't a hooker or anything I swear.)
I think you look cute!
Hooker roots - ooh I learned a new term. I never knew kids frosted their hair! You are brave to post the photo! It doesn't looke like you too me - weird to think that was the year I got married! I am old!
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