07 2 / 2013

This picture tells a story—a very loud and obvious story. To everyone but 13 year old me. I’ve had my fair share (and then some) of awkward phases, but usually I’ve been aware of them. Like right now I have a rat tail and I acknowledge that. However, you could have never told that poor child dressed as a picnic table that something was off here. Couldn’t I see that my friends were too cool for me? Why hadn’t I worked on my sexy hip pop pose? I was too busy giving a thumbs up and middle part salute to the costume I made. I respect you, 13 year old me. I respect you. Don’t worry baby, we made it out of 2002 ok. 

This picture tells a story—a very loud and obvious story. To everyone but 13 year old me. I’ve had my fair share (and then some) of awkward phases, but usually I’ve been aware of them. Like right now I have a rat tail and I acknowledge that. However, you could have never told that poor child dressed as a picnic table that something was off here. Couldn’t I see that my friends were too cool for me? Why hadn’t I worked on my sexy hip pop pose? I was too busy giving a thumbs up and middle part salute to the costume I made. I respect you, 13 year old me. I respect you. Don’t worry baby, we made it out of 2002 ok.