Day Ten

A picture taken of you over 10 years ago.

Lucky for you, I happen to have many of the memorabilia binders my mother kept for me. I was going to go far enough back that I looked cute and girly. You see, in Kindergarten I still wore shorts and bejeweled outfits, Mom would braid my hair so it would look like Shirely Temple the next day and I looked cute.

And I looked at some of those. But the two pictures I am going to show you say a lot more about me and give me more fun stuff to say about my embarrassing past. Now, before the first picture I need to tell you something. We do not have a scanner. So these pictures are courtesy of my itouch snapping a picture of pictures. These are from the 4th grade.

First up:

 Now who does not want to squish that cute little pudgy face?! I love this picture. So much love and charity...humility...honesty...love...
This is a child that was born in the 80s, to grow and flourish during the fashionable 90s! Boom-shakalaka. I chose this picture, other than for the obvious reasons to show you the bangs through the hat style I sported. And to document the Pooh bear phase that transitioned into the Tweety Bird phase that actually ended tragically because I got wind that he was actually a he.... Or maybe it was because I got sick of telling people he was a he. I cant remember which.

This little golden nugget has a rich background. This is my school picture.
My hair is growing out from one of my many chop mistakes.
If you are wondering about the baggy shirt and if that is just an illusion of the stripes, no. It is not. I was in the stage of wearing clothes bought at the store my high school aged brother was shopping at. I liked his clothes better than girl clothes, I had no confidence in my body and the best thing to do was to cover it up and not deal with it.
My lovely toothy gap caused me to beg my dentist for braces every time I went in and every time he said no.
The gold chain was from a trip to a gold mine in Oregon from a family reunion.
And you cant tell me you didnt love overalls at one point or another... Maybe I need to find me another pair...

So there you have it, my attitudeliciousness, my bagginess....

Quick side note about my baggy clothes. If they weren't baggy they were ridiculously short cropped (baby belly poking out if I raised my hands) and over compensating the other direction. This lasted until I moved to Colorado where I was forced into a middle school dress code of which I fought rigorously and found many ways to bend,  brake and otherwise protest the rules. I actually got a yellow slip for having a sweatshirt tied around my waist (another Becky staple as I felt this hid my rather curvy booty). They cited it as a personal hazard in case it got caught on a stair and made me fall. As if. I wrote a lengthy response on the comment section before I showed it to my mother, to whom I told I was erase it. She encouraged me to keep it. Thus began Ms. Harvey's and my lovely banter for the next two years.