Friday, September 17, 2010

The Blogging Project - Day Ten

Okay, so this post is supposed to be about a photo of me that was taken over 10 years ago...however I don't have one! Oh, maybe on FB someone has tagged a pic of me from a long time ago. I mean, 10 year...I would have been 27...there WERE digital pics back then. Where are they all? So here is what I came up with:

This is me, my senior year of HS and I'm with my a'capella group that we named smart we were. I'm the one sitting next to the teacher. I was 17 and thought I was fat and I would KILL for those legs now!

I was a 'goody goody' kid in high school, I didn't drink, didn't do drugs, hadn't had sex. The furthest I had gone with a boy was french kissing and some feeling up over the clothes. I dressed in clothes that would hide my body. Being a curvy size 4-6 I was embarrassed about my body, I couldn't wear junior sized clothing because of my hips and bust, so my clothes were from Casual Corner. Yep, hip as can be....if you are a 27-35 year old professional....haha.

I don't know what I would tell that girl in this picture. Maybe nothing at all. She ran far, far away from home to get away from everything. The competition she felt with her friends, the repression she felt with her mother, the sense that there was always someone watching and judging... She made her way and became her own person. She discovered that she could be funny and witty. She made a lot of friends, hurt some people along the way (herself included), but in the end came out looking pretty good.

Some days I wonder if I'm still running away. From what now, I have no idea. Maybe distance is something I need to see the world clearly. Or maybe I'm just full of sh*t. My eyes are brown after all. Well, until Day Eleven...peace out kids!


T said...

Love the pic you chose :) and I liked the "you" then just as much as I like the "you" of now...

does that mean anything coming from one of the few girls who was even MORE of a prud in high school? (okay, so I'd french kissed... what, two boys?)

I'd give anything for my high school body too... wish I'd known then SO many things...

marta said...

Wow gal, that was deep. I don't know what I would tell my 17-year-old self. Sometimes, though, you have to run far, far away to get some perspective. You rock, lady. I miss you!

The Sports Mama said...

Huh. I think we both know what I would have told my 17 year old self. :)

Honey, that "you" then? That "you" that everyone loved and just knew was amazing? That's the same "you" that everyone loves and just knows is amazing now. The only difference is that SHE knows it, now, too. Well, and shorter hair. :)