I've been looking at old family pictures. I sometimes tend to get a big head looking at all the photos because I am one cute little girl!
Now, before you go getting overly concerned for my prideful self and decide to host an intervention- just wait! Because, as you will soon see, it doesn't take long for my vanity to get checked. While strolling along in the photo journey we hit a little place I like to call the "ugly years". And after realizing that I did, indeed, go out in public like that I have no more pride.
Honestly though, where exactly do you think the breaking point was for me?
I know what my answer is.
1980- Smiling because I'm so fashion forward with my "vintage" binky leash.
1981 - Posing it up with the siblings.
No this is not a backdrop.
It's a real canyon somewhere... probably in the motherland, Utah.
1982 - Sure my hair is a little crazy but my mom has 4 kids.
It doesn't change the fact that I'm still adorable.
1983 - Girls picture!
Me and my sisters are hot stuff in our matching Easter dresses.
1984 - So sweet. Look at those cheeks!
1985 - I've still got it! Except I don't have that rainbow headband.
My sister Adrienne broke it not long after this shot, and I never let her live it down.
1986 - I think the decline starts right about here with
my crimped hair and all.
1987 - The picture my sisters refer to as "the poker".
Let's be honest. It really does look like I'm getting poked with a hot stick.
1988- Even though these earrings were totally in style,
it still doesn't make it right.
1989 - Ok, Self. A note for the future:
hair pulled straight back is really not a flattering look.
1990 - Wow! Although the bandanna absolutely makes this outfit,
I think the the bangs should get an award for their supporting role.
1991 - What in the world was going on with my hair?
I think the left side of my body must have had it's own gravitational pull.
And really, did I not sleep the night before?
1995- I think 1992 ended my ugly streak (and the purchase of school pictures by my parents) but this photo goes in there just because if you, being of sound mind, decide to go to Glamour Shots and pose with your hand on a big sombrero you deserve to be mocked.