Then I look at pictures of myself from back in the day and snicker, and often realize why it was that I couldn’t get a boy to date me until I was 17. Those brows! The see-through bangs! The super curled then teased out hair! And the worst offense? That tail! I used to keep a section of my hair longer than the rest, bleach it blonde; sometimes I would braid it, othertimes I would decorate it with beads (as seen here.) Either way, this look you see below? I thought I had a good handle on beauty (and fashion.)
This picture is from 1989. I was in 9th grade (14 years old) and asked to be in a “fashion” photo shoot for a yearbook layout. I certainly felt my role as fashion and beauty icon was confirmed by this request. See the pic below: Read more



















