Friday, August 17, 2012

A Letter to 16-Year-Old Me

Dear 16-Year-Old Me,

Chill out and stop being such a bitch, already.

Yours Truly,

34-Year-Old You

Could I *BE* any more 1995?  Ripped jeans (you can't see the rips because they were EXTRA cool and ripped above the knees), a cheap crop top from 5*7*9, a hat my friend picked up at a thrift store, dirty red converse, and dark red lipstick - hanging out on the play equipment at the Oceanside Strand (that's a beach) so my friend could take this super cool picture of me for her photography class (which she was probably ditching to take this picture).  Excellent!

2 comments:

  1. That's great! I remember those cheap tops, I got mine at G&G.

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    1. I'd pay a lot of money to be able to fit in one of those $4 shirts these days! LOL!

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