In the past, I've been accused of finding bad pictures of people and posting them on here.
1) I don't intentionally find the worst pictures.
2) Most of my pictures are pretty pleasant to look at.
3) I don't discriminate.
And this is my 2nd post proving #3 true. It also hurts the pleasant to unpleasant ratio in #2.
One of my favorite pictures from childhood (and boy, there are a ton! First girl + new camera = a zillion pictures and resentment from my siblings) is my first day of school. I had my "The Little Mermaid" bookbag, my legging shorts with splashes of color and lace at the bottom, and color-coordinating shirt.
My sister was a few years younger so mom made up another bag to be her "bookbag."
Here is that picture. I may not be as adorable as the other kids in my family, but I love this picture.
But that doesn't prove #3 to be true. When I took this picture out of the frame, I found and old picture that I was sure I had destroyed:
Ahhhhh!!!! This is at my oldest brother's wedding and I'm on the left. The one with the... hair. It involved tiny bits of toilet paper and about 3 hours of sitting still.
And let it be known on the record that I knew exactly how hideous my hair was that day.
At the next wedding, I wore my hair in a french braid. Which was only slightly better.
So that's why I was never cool in school.