"I'd have to guess I was eight here or maybe ten, either way it was the late 90s and I was dressed like a bat, a sparkly bat. Don't worry, this wasn't how I normally dressed (at least not yet anyway), this was a costume for a dance recital which meant that a dozen or so other girls were wearing the exact same thing, less embarrassing that way right? Wrong. You see, those other girls still had spindly little kid bodies and here I was with "womanly" hips and thighs the size of tree trunks (at least that's how it felt), wrapped in black spandex for all the world to see (cue self-consciousness/body issues).
"As I see it now, I'm pretty sure this photograph marks the beginning of my descent into adolescent awkwardness, it captures the very moment I stopped being a cute kid and started my transformation into ugly duckling. Okay, perhaps that is bit dramatic, but the next five or six years were pretty terrible. After this photo things got remarkably worse- acne, frizzy red hair and a stubborn determination to 'be different' lead to a lot of teasing which eventually lead to me wearing a lot of black and playing the part of the pariah I felt I had been cast as."
"I was extremely sick and forced to sit for a family photo (hence me looking so unimpressed). Despite my older sister pinching me to try and get me to smile, I managed to maintain my dead-pan face. I am often told how much I look like the little boy from the sixth sense in this photograph. I blame this on two things. Firstly, my expression. Secondly, the bowl cuts that my mother used to give me. My hair was extremely thin and would not easily... so my mother would actually place a bowl on top of my head and cut around it. It still haunts me to this day." -Gemma
"I was in 6th grade in the smallest town ever in Texas. Apparently I thought the tight lipped squinty smile was really cool (along with my ever so stylish red grown up Brighton watch). My hair was down to my derriere and eventually I cut it that year. I think junior high as the 'Hell Years' and strategically leave those pictures out of the public eye. Years later I finally grew into my slight awkwardness and just embraced it but without the tight lipped smile." --Adalynn
"As if the neon tank and the wild shorts weren't enough, I can thank my mother for finding just the right ensemble to show off my pot belly. It must have been all those times she was telling me to finish my plate. But seriously, I think the spiked hair might say it all. If memory serves, we were about to go to a theme park and it was very important that I be tall enough for the rides. I think that’s when Dad got innovative with the hair gel. LA Looks, you’ve saved me again." -Derek
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