For the love that is holy! Why would my mother allow me to look like that?! Really, did she love me? Was she on drugs? Wanting a boy? I just don't get it. My mom was a fashionable lady. She was into matching pant suits & accessories. She had a full face of caked on make-up the moment she got up....so what the hell happened?!
This lovely train wreck of a picture was taken when I was in 4
th grade. My teacher was Satan. He loved to ridicule me (gee, I see it wouldn't be that HARD!) I could tell you stories! But right now I'm still convulsing w/ memories of bad hair & big teeth!
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