Last week, or maybe last month, or some time in the recent past, the crowd I ran with in high school got all excited about posting pics of our high school charades on Facebook.
Typically, this brings on thoughts of how fat I’ve become or how much I can’t stand myself now. But having said that, I looked at these pics and thought, Wow, I’ve kind of .. I’ve kind of grown into myself.
I don’t know. Whatever. Look at me when I was a mere bebeh:
This was.. maybe.. my junior year? Yeah, had to be: that’s when I got the Rachel cut.
This was one of my BFFs all through high school and I miss her something fierce because she JUST WON’T GET A FACEBOOK ALREADY, CATHERINE. Anyway, this is one of a thousand choir trips we went on. And because we were JUST THAT COOL, we’d hit the Dollar Store first and go buy cups and sunglasses and other crap so we could all match on the trip. I don’t know why.
Finally, remember how I’ve said a bazillion times that Glee gets under my skin because I lived it and it’s NOT REALLY LIKE THAT? Behold, I present to you the Original Cast Recording of Glee:
I’m the third from the left. And, if I may, I looked damn good in the one-shoulder-pouf dress.
My point is this: I was not entirely comfortable in my skin in high school frame, and now? Well, okay, I’m not 100% comfortable now, but I’m at least smart enough to never rock the Rachel cut with a one-shoulder gold sequined dress with a full skirt lined in fishing wire.
If I was lucky enough to spend any of my senior year with you, you are always fondly remembered in my heart. I miss you guys more than my waistline, and that’s saying something. Stay in touch. Also: THERE’S NO BLUE MONDAY IN YOUR SUNDAY CLOTHES.