Remember, just a few posts ago when I was trying to capture the strange awkwardness that seemed to emanate from the depths of my pre-teen soul? Well, just in case I didn't quite capture the spirit of the 7th grade, here are the glamor shots my sister and I did in the summer of '98. (At my Aunt's insistence...for my mother's 40th birthday.)
See my sister over there on the right, smiling like a normal person? Yeah. Then see me on the left? Apparently the lower half of my face and the upper half of my face were not communicating properly.
Is that a smile? Is that a grimace? Did my teeth hurt? Was the twenty pounds of makeup I was wearing somehow weighing my mouth down?
It's hard to say. But the one thing we can take away from this is when your kids tell you glamor shots are a bad idea, that they don't like makeup, that sequins and giant costume jewelry are not really their scene, maybe, just maybe, you should consider listening. Lest you get a picture of your kid with some weird smile-grimace hybrid plastered on their face.
*Laughs* It's just...terribly me. Love it.
Enjoy.
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