Let's set the scene. It's late Fall in the year 2004. I'm 13 years old and on my way to a volleyball game at a rival middle school. And then I see him, the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on.
But don't let me get ahead of myself.
I was fortunate enough to go to a private school from Kindergarten through 8th grade. It was also a catholic school. One of many rules the school had in place was that all students had to wear a school uniform, they'd also banned any makeup or hair dye. Kind of the worst thing ever for a teenage girl not yet comfortable and secure in her own skin. I was bullied a lot in middle school, and I was very self conscious of the fact that my red hair and pale skin didn't exactly blend in with the popular girls' long sleek brown hair and dark eyelashes. Looking back I realize they were probably just as insecure as I was, but it wasn't something I could pick up on at the time.
I used to dream about having long black hair. Like Jasmine from Aladdin. I hated my curly frizzy short red hair. I could never get it styled the way I wanted so I ended up wearing it in a low ponytail every single day. To achieve that sleek look I sprayed a toothbrush with hairspray and ran it across the top of my head every morning before school. Seriously gross. If you can believe it, I read that tip in a beauty magazine. That's one reason I don't read those magazines anymore. That and the fact that I have respect for the english language and respect for other people's privacy, no matter how famous they are. But that's beside the point. The pictures in this blog are a good example of that sexy hairstyle.
Oh and that pink shirt? Literally my favorite thing ever to wear. It had an old fashioned karaoke advertisement on it. And I felt SO AWESOME in it. I asked my mom to send me some old photos for this post, and I was wearing that shirt in a shocking amount of them. We had a few random days in middle school called "free dress" days, where we could wear whatever we wanted. I wore that karaoke shirt every day. Enough that one girl even asked me, "why do you wear that pink shirt every time we have free dress." Um I don't know, because I feel like a rockstar in it?! I think I wore that shirt until it had holes in it. Read More