The Beginning

Because i have the time today, and because some people seem to give me way too much credit in not believing i was dork, i decided to post the evidence that it started somewhere early in my young life. At that point where mom no longer has the strength or engery to fight you on every decision about clothing or hair. When mom decides to begin practicing the "learn from your mistakes" mantra. I had a hard time picking ones, so i will go from young me to older me. I do not have all my childhood photos because my mom had all four kids pictures in one huge box seperated into bags, and i only had the patience to search for cute pictures for so long. So here are the cutest photos of me, at best, during my young life.

My cute baby sister is standing, i'm the one with massive glasses.

I had to wear my hat sideways to fit all the frizz... and because it was the style.

There aren't words for my pants. These were never in style, never cool, and should never have been worn. You cant see it, but i also was wearing a really "cool" peace sign necklace, i believe it was lime green.

If you look really close you can see one of those chains to hold onto my glasses so i could take them off and wear them around my neck. Not that i ever did that, i had a lazy eye and got headaches when i didnt have my glasses on.

Building animals out of cards was a favorite pass time. This is a whale. Can you see it? The fin is the back part by my feet. Oh, and notice the pink overalls complete with a bandana.

I wonder where all my friends are? Enough said on this.

My favorite outfit, worn on the first day of i believe fourth grade, possibly third. How much shorter can my bags get?

The beginning of my chubbo stage. Notice how i am wearing my cap. If you watch the olympics or are familiar with swimming, then you know that ears should be tucked inside the cap, like the girl standing on the block.

But to give myself some credit, it one point before the perms, glasses, and freedom to "learn from my mistakes" i had been a pretty cute little toddler.

I would post some from high school, but i dont have my yearbooks. I know i bought one, but i have no idea what i did with it. At one point i wanted to throw it away, or burn it, but i think it is hiding in a box somewhere in my parents attic. One day maybe i will revisit that stage.