Tuesday, September 4, 2012

One Stop Self-Esteem Boost

In high school I was generally ambivalent about my looks. I'd taken inventory. I wasn't thrilled, but it was futile to sweat it. I was all elbows and forehead, not a curve to be found. My hair was flat. I wasn't coordinated enough to roller-skate, whistle, or do a proper cartwheel, much less play a sport.

It was mostly alright with me.

But those days would come around, the ones where I'd feel certain that I was a hopeless case. I'd pray for a make-over. I'd sneak glances at the skinny alto over on the second riser and wish for her, uh, "curves". I'd pray that the phone would just ring, dangit.

And then I'd pull this puppy out and and magically, the situation didn't seem quite so bleak.

Have mercy, this poor 7th grader, with her shoulder-padded mock-neck (my mom's) and the Ogilvie home perm. My locket is backwards. If memory serves me, my mom let me spritz a little White Shoulders on for the occasion. (FYI, White Shoulders is not the boyfriend-magnet you might imagine...)

I practiced smiles in the mirror and this was the hands-down winner. If you want to copy-cat it, just roll your upper lip all the way under to bare your gums and stretch your cheeks back to expose your molars. (Not sure what to tell you about the missing eye-tooth.)

Maybe I'd never be the Homecoming Queen, but progress had been made.

Twenty-five years later, the picture still helps on a rough day, if I'm being honest. Also, it makes Cory snort and then very patronizingly say, "Oh, Honey..."

What was your most awkward stage? Paint me a picture, Sister.

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  1. I'm going to have to pull out my 7th grade photo of me in my John Denver stage. I'm quite robust in my fishermen heavy knit cream sweater - John Denver glasses and thick, shoulder length reddish hair. My eyes are as big as quarters, even Ms. Verdun pointed that out as she handed out the photos. My front tooth is chipped in half - fallout from an accident I had when I was 12 when my sister called me 'fugly' and I ran to go tell my parents. I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my tooth and skidded off the right side of my face. I was chubby, gangly and painfully shy until I was 17 years old. I'm still waiting to bloom. True story.

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    1. Jayme, I read this and then looked at your profile pic... you waiting to bloom?! You're gorgeous! Maybe we should start a support group for all who had John Denver glasses.... My name is Heidi and I wore John Denver glasses with my Dorthy Hamill haircut... ; )

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  2. Bwahahahaha! This is amazing. Your Junior High days sound a lot like mine. I've decided Jr. High is the worst. In general. In the seventh grade, I got a perm, and the boys in my Math class called me Chelsea. As in Clinton. And no one liked Chelsea Clinton back then. It was bad. It was tragic. And I lived to tell the tale! ;}

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    1. I also need to add, that you, my friend, were absolutely adorable. I was laughing at what you wrote. NOT you. Just felt the sudden need to clarify since I opened with Bwah... good story.

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    2. Girl, it's just no good unless you're laughing AT me. You must laugh. AT.

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  3. I am so about to text you a picture. Maybe two.

    I took a bath in the White Shoulders. It did me no good. My now curly bob was once as limp as a Chinese noodle. True story.

    xxoo

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  4. You are quite possibly the funniest person I know with the best attitude ever. Hot mess and all. xo

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  5. Oh, I could compete. But I can't let those puppies get out into circulation. I've got kids who are of the blackmailing age. But I'd win if it were a contest. I know I would.

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  6. Ridiculously big hair, curled and frizzed with a curling iron, a flat one if I was feeling particularly spicy. Then there was the makeup. Dark lips and orangish eye-shadow. Lots of it. Oh, my, oh my. I was a sight.

    This post is fabulous. Love the 7th grade you. We would have been friends. I just know it!
    ~FringeGirl

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  7. Oh girl. I might print this and pull it out too. ;) My ugly phase was after we got married. I had itty bitty short bangs and a chin length bob that flipped. It was bad, never mind that I was 30 pounds heavier than I am now. Eeeeeek.

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  8. Must be old picture day today. My sixth grade picture is up on my blog today. Home-perm that only made my straight-as-a-board hair semi-wavyish, turtle neck and sweater. Sixth-ninth grade were probably most awkward. It didn't help that I wore a lot of Looney Toon sweatshirts and stretch pants.

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  9. I remember getting my hair done by my mom's beautician (they were called that way back when before stylist was ever uttered). It was a special occasion...church Christmas program. My twin sis and I walked out of the beauty shop basement with huge beehive teased out do's. When we got to church the father of one of our classmates asked if we were wearing wigs. I was mortified. As soon as I got home I ripped a comb through that tangled mess. My sister wore her "do" for 2 days. I have always been the smart one. True story.

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  10. Oh my gosh this is SO funny! And so relatable! My worst ever was grade 7 too! So nasty! I had a perm where my bangs and sides were cut short, but it was all long and party time in the back. And my teeth - don't even get me started! Let's just say I got braces! Still to this day I can't look at my grade 7 school picture, so you are SO brave to put yours out there, LOL!
    Jo-Anna

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  11. You are so stinkin' cute! Oh the beloved perms!!! How I begged and begged and begged for one. Mom caved, and I learned the hard lesson that not all heads perm equally. The left side of my head refused to hold a perm. Yep. Tried it twice. A half head of curls. Fried hair. Not cool.

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  12. My mother used to be in control of my haircuts. All I remember is layered bangs. No the cool layered kind.

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  13. By far, my favorite stage was 8th grade. I bet you have the picture somewhere. You will know it when you see it. For some reason, I thought I should hairspray my hair while wet, which curiously made it look like I had taken a big scoop of grease and wove it throughout my hair. It looked greasy but was actually crunchy. Also, I was wearing HUGE brown glasses and a flowered vest. Ha, ha, vest...

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    1. You did it!!!!!!!!!!

      Ask Erin, people. She knows. She was THERE.

      (And yes, I can totally picture your 8th grade pic. If memory serves me, I wore a flannel shirt UNDER A TURQUOISE SWEATSHIRT for my 8th grade photo. With the collar "popped". I LOVED that outfit!)

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  14. girl. have you not seen my post about my 5th grade self?? i was FAT... not baby fat, but just fat. and then i had a boy hair cut. i would've died to have your hair in that pic. really. at least i was tan?

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  15. also! my mom forgot it was picture day so i didn't wear a dress... and the photographer referred to me as "son." yes, i was called a boy in front of my WHOLE entire class.

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  16. You were absolutely ADORABLE with that great big smile!!! I want to be friends with the 7th grade you!!!! I so love that you posted this because I just adore the old school photos and feel the need to drag them out and stick them on the fridge for my kids to have a great big laugh at every time they walk by.
    Oh Ogilvy, you are not my friend anymore. I too loved her during my middle school years and it was NOT a good look on me, particularly when paired with Aqua Net hairspray to make my hair big. My hands ache just at the memory of scrunching those curls into hugeness. And OH! The curling iron for the bangs!! And did I mention I was also about a head taller than the boys in my class and thus earned the nickname "Moose"???? As my kids like to say, AWKWARD!!! And here I am on the eve of sending my own baby girl off to middle school tomorrow morning…I wish I could press fast forward and save her the awkwardness!

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    1. Aqua Net!!!!! Lavender can. What I really wanted was Aussie Sprunch Spray that smelled like grapes, but it was too much $$.

      :)

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  17. Oh my goodness. I feel like you might have started something with this post. I might have to pull out my own 7th grade shot. Imagine a short permed head of hair, much like yours!! Also, imagine the color purple and one of those charm necklaces that wouldn't quit.

    I had braces on my teeth and I wore tight jordasche jeans that zipped up the back. I had a purple jordasche purse to match the whole ensemble.

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    1. I wanted the jeans with the zippers so dang bad...

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  18. I doubt I'll be able yo sleep tonight...very much over stimulated from memories of 7th grade. I'll send a thank you note right out!

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  19. this is such a good idea. i need to share my old pictures too. but girl, i love your smile in this photo... i do. you look so pretty. anyway, i was the girl who curled her bangs and squinted her glasses to make smile lines and wore big plastic glasses and head gear. HEAD GEAR. only for a couple of days, mind you. i quickly realized that was not going to attract the boys at all, so only wore it at night, but still.

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  20. The flat iron was not invented and I had no idea how to tame my mixed wavy/straight hair. However I'd kill to have the natural highlights I had then. My wire rimmed tortoise shell glasses were big enough for a grown man. And I was teased with the McDonald's commerical, "Hey Joe what do you know?" "Our flowers won't grow." Yep. In high school, however, the same boy apologized and asked for a date. Too little, too late son.

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  21. Middle school is hands down the Gangly Awkward Girl Award winner...No one will repeat their Middle School hairstyle. Ever. Guaranteed.

    I had a triangle head. Bangs that went to the back of my head, shaved close on the sides and long perm in back. (Where. Was. My. Mother?!) I wore round, blue earrings to match the blue polka dots on my blouse with the popped collar. Prebraces, I had gaps galore in my teeth...and for some unknown reason, this particular year, I decided to smile and push my tongue through said gaps. What a site. It is still embarrassing to me. I have sincerely asked my mom how she still loved me in all my awkwardness! :)

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  22. Did you freshen up your perm by rinsing it in the kitchen sink before school? That is what I did every rootin' tootin' morning during 7th grade. Flip head, run kitchen sprayer back and forth, squeeze out excess water and go off to the bus stop with my permed curls fresh and damp.

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    1. "Just gotta wet my hair." That's what I always said. Wet my hair. IF ONLY we had a sprayer!

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  23. You're so cute!

    My mom also wore White Shoulders. She'd ask for it every Christmas. I think I had the exact same ogilvie perm and a very, very similar sweater. I had braces and not-so-great skin, terrible hair and the same size breasts as I do today--but on a 5'0" frame that weighed maybe 93 pounds.

    You asked!

    In a word: Discomfort. For years.

    I personally believe that no matter how attractive people believe you are or you become, if you've ever gone through such an uncomfy phase, you can only feel "eh, I'm alright sometimes" about yourself.

    And..it was good simply because it forced me to work on my innards!

    When I find some pics, I'm emailing you.

    Be warned!

    xxoo~

    TT

    PS: YOU were actually really cute!

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  24. I think 7th grade Shannan is adorable...sweet as pie!

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  25. My Mom didn't buy my 7th grade pictures, nor did we buy the yearbook that year. Yes. It was that bad. I was all nose, chin, stringy straight blonde hair, and a big forehead like yours. I had grown six inches that year. I have the stretch marks to this day to prove it! And I weighed ounces, not pounds. Unfortunately I was a teenager in the 1980s when big hair was... big. I couldn't fluff my four yellow strings big enough, so I got a perm. Unfortunately, the perm fried off my hair in patches all over like waves of ManBeard. Oh yes. I was gorgeous.

    You and I are very similar "type" ~ and the coincidental thing is that I adopted my kids, too. What a miracle they are ~ and such a beautiful picture of salvation, huh? What a priviledge to experience the same feeling that God feels when we are adopted as sons and daughters, right? We are so blessed!!
    Love your blog and your vision. Keep it up ~ it's blessing so many people.
    H

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    1. Oh my goodness you are so hilarious. 'I couldn't fluff my four yellow strings big enough' I almost cried laughing. Girl! I had that hair too!! Only I tried sun-in to mask the lack of volume (I don't know why I thought that would work) which turned it orange, which then had to grow out so for a good year I had a horizontal stripe separating the brown mousy hair from the orange sun-in hair. Goodness, I'm so glad to be grown up.

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    2. LOL!! I did the Sun-in thing, too... I was hoping it would blend my hair in with my scalp so it wouldn't look like my hair was so thin.
      And YES, isn't it wonderful now that we're older and have made peace with imperfection? I wouldn't return to those years for any shady bribe of fluffy, thick hair. Junior high is brutal to the self esteem. A healthy search of Facebook pictures 25 years later of all the beautiful, popular people who teased somehow makes it all better, doesn't it? Have you SEEN them?! Oh, it's pure emotional therapy.
      Hugs!

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  26. Puh-LEEZ! your picture is so cute! Picture this: 3rd grade, I let my older sister (11th grade) do my hair so it was a crimped (remember the crimper?!), teased, scrunchied mess. Then I refused to wear anything cute instead wearing a Frito Lay T-shirt of unknown origin and a lumpy hand me down coat for school pictures. Not pictured was the thrift store dress up box floral skirt I wore with the waist rolled at least four times to keep it from dragging on the ground. Can you say HOTT?! Even though the look was all my own creation (save the hair) even I insisted on retakes that year - haha!

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  27. That.is.just.great!

    Most awkward? That timt in seventh grade wearing my baby blue sweatshirt with appliqués white ducks (?) when typical meanie boy came to snap my bra strap (lovely) and I wasn't wearing one. But at least my jeans were tight rolled. :)

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  30. I had boy-short hair but my mum kept forgetting to make appointments for me to have it cut so it just sort of grew out into a floppy mullet. I had NHS glasses - big plastic frames which weren't cool in the early 90's. I was skinny, freckled, eye-hurtingly pale. I was still sucking my thumb so my teeth were wild. I liked The Cure and Nirvana so thought it was cool to wear holey school jumpers and wondered why people laughed.

    Oh gosh. I would have envied you.

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  31. ...high school was 8th grade thourgh 12th...8th graderes were called sub frehsmen...that tells the whole story...i looked just like a "sub freshman...blessings laney

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  32. I was 9. mom told me not to ride my friend Carol's skateboard. I did. After I hit a crack in the sidewalk, I stopped the forward momentum with right wrist and my upper lip.

    24 hours later it was picture day at school.
    Bless my Mom's heart, she bought them.

    I have a quarter sized round scab on my hand, though you can't see it in the picture. Oh, and a 1x2 inch scab on my upper lip which makes me look like Hitler. Which, yep, you guessed it - you can see in the pic.

    Oh, and some weird horizontal stripe shirt that made other girls think I was an adorable boy...and aviator glasses.

    I still have the scar, lol.

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  33. Perm on the morning of pic day, yes, that's right, I said morning of! Why, you ask. Because my mother was the queen of perms, heck she gave them to anyone who would ask. Maybe that's where I get my secret desire to do nails and hair! I was wearing a purple flowered blouse and my collar stuck out of the top of my lavendar sweater only to match my purple pants and purple earrings. Talk about looking like a character from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!!!!! I will admit that I feel ike I have gone through MANY of these phases in life, not just as a child :-)
    I love you for posting your pic! Just keepin' real!
    heather

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  34. I have the same picture! Not kidding, same Olgivie perm and all. The only difference is a little bow that I tied under the collar of my plaid blouse. I thought it the perfect addition to the ensemble, but now I wonder why my mom let me out of the house!
    ~Maria

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  35. Oh, where do I begin? I invented awkward. I think I lived in my own little bubble back in junior high. I didn't do what others thought was cool, I made my own cool. Which really was, well, horrid. As in wearing brooches with my buttoned up shirts. Wearing "sunglasses pins" on my lapels. Vests, strange belts. My dad's XL shirts when I was extra underdeveloped. I rocked that perm, I rocked hair clips worn on the SIDE of my head instead of where the cool girls wore them. I tried. The funny thing is- my daughter is the exact same way! And I'm not even going to break the cycle. It's called freedom to be me. :)

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  36. I'm right there with you, sister. I was extremely awkward from ages 13 through 18, really. I was painfully thin, like yourself, without a curve or sign of a chest developing to be found. I had bad acne, terrible teeth and knobby knees. I got braces the summer before my freshman year of high school (after having 4 baby teeth pulled that my mouth refused to shed) and got them taken off just before my senior year of high school. I wasn't athletic or social and really never "matured" until I was ready to head off to college.

    Now, as a 29 year-old, I think back on those times and laugh. Today I'm still thin (those knobby knees aren't going anywhere) but my body is strong with slight muscular curves I have earned from exercise and running marathons. I'm strong and resilient and have never been LESS self-conscious in my life. I sometimes wish I could go back and tell that young me that I was, in fact, athletic and strong and was missing out on my potential by hating my body. Live and learn, right?

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  37. I meant to tell you on our walk this morning but oh, I have got some doozies of pictures.

    1) Bowl haircut, giant glasses, purple silk shirt, neon multi-colored cat vest. Oh yes.
    2) Super short hair (1.5-2inches), the front twisted into tiny knobs and secured with tiny butterfly clips. The back spiked up with gobs of mousse, gel, and hairspray.

    I'm pretty sure my awkward stage lasted from age 7 (when I was so often mistaken for a boy that I actually expected/got used to it) to about age 19.

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  38. From third to fifth grade, in addition to expanders on both top and bottom, I had this horrendous contraption called a herbst appliance. (http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=herbst+appliance&qs=n&form=QBIR&pq=herbst+appliance&sc=8-16&sp=-1&sk=)
    Sometimes at lunch in the cafeteria, the bars would get stuck open. I would have to walk all the way to the nurse's office with my mouth wide open. I was never made fun of, ever.....

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  39. This post made me smile. Thank you!

    In fifth grade my mom was still not willing to let go of the 80's and forced her style on me. When all my other peers were growing out their bangs, I still had sky-high teased bangs. On picture day my mother must have been running late and didn't do a good spray job. By the time I was in line my bangs fell flat and I had a face full of bangs. You think the photographer would have pushed them out of my face, he didn't. Needless to say when I took them home to my mom she signed me up for retakes!

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  40. Love the post and the comments! I was the epitomy of awkwardness; both physically and socially in Jr. High. Picture freckles, buck teeth and naturally curly hair, in addition to very thick John Denver glasses. My absolute most humiliating adolescent moment occured at a youth group swim party, when decorum dictated that I remove those thick glasses before entering the pool. In my nearsightedness, compounded by the fact it was dark, I jumped off the diving board directly on top of a boy. Our sudden and unexpected encounter could best be described as me stradling his face. As if that weren't already horrifying enough, he began to flail about, screaming that his neck was broken. He was actually fine and for the most part I've recovered as well...

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  41. Oh, I love this and all the comments. My awkward 6th or 7th grade photo reveals purple-rubber-banded braces (so chic! such personality!). I only wore my headgear at night, too, so only my family knew my deepest shame. Two of my siblings also had the 'gear, and we relentlessly teased each other over whose was more hideous. Poor Nora with the head strap won (lost?) because my brother and I only had the neck strap. That made us way cooler, right? I could at least 'kinda' hide it with my hair. You cannot hide the lisp it creates though (think of the sister on South Park and you know exactly how I talked).

    My shoulder-length perm (done by my Grandma's beautician Linda) required me to break out the curling iron each morning to manually curl my bangs to get that "up and over teased swoop" sausage curl with a perfectly sectioned off under-curl designed to hide the huge forehead acne breakout. This was about as effective as Donald Trump's comb over, as you can imagine. Perhaps the copious amount of hairspray and hair gel contributed to the massive hairline acne? Why didn't science warn us? For picture day, an extra-large black scrunchie for a half-up/half-down hairstyle was in order, to make it more fancy.

    To compensate for my coke-bottle thick, big Sally Jesse Raphael glasses, I rimmed my eyes, top and bottom, in a pound of black eyeliner every day and added three layers of black mascara. Totally believable on a pale complexioned blond, right? My glasses reverse-magnified my eyes and made them look small, so I balanced that by making them black holes. Don't even get me started on the year I had bifocals. That was a winner with the in-crowd, donchaknow.

    The cherry on top was my awesome red plaid poet's blouse with the v-neck and elasticized ruffled collar and cuffs. I felt like a Victoria's Secret model in that thing, I think I stole it from my mom's closet. What genius decided that red plaid was the perfect material for a poet's blouse?

    And in case you are wondering, I am not looking at my 7th grade photo to write that description. 20 years later, it is still etched into my retinas.

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    1. Oh Mia, you might be our winner! Congratulations???

      :)

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  42. I have naturally curly hair that I thought was going to be the death of me as a kid. To say I hated it is the understatement of the century, so I would spend HOURS in front of the mirror brushing it straight. With enough time, I could convince myself that it was straight, rather than frizzy. But no, photographic evidence points directly to white afro frizzy. Add to that a grandmother who cut my hair with the mantra of "if it's shorter, it will curl better". I cried buckets when I couldn't get my bangs into the curling iron, let alone get those gravity defying bangs that my friends all had. T.o.r.t.u.r.e.

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    1. Oh my word! Same thing happened to me! What I wouldn't give to go back in time and give my middle school self a flat iron!

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  43. Shannon, some kids grow into their feet or ears, but you my dear have definitely grown into your forehead. And funnily enough I on the other hand was wishing to just once be able to fit into some Jordache jeans. It was never meant to be for this "curvy" girl. All I know for sure is we all had our crosses to bear.

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  44. You should host a "Fabulous looks of junior high" link-up party. Your post and all these comments had me laughing out loud!

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  45. Ha...mine was also 7th grade...hair cut short (unfortunate circumstance of sister taking cosmetology courses) no makeup and bad skin....add a horrid button up blue shirt and getting promptly asked to leave the ladies fitting room 'cuz little boys aren't allowed in here! Horrors of horrors having to explain I was a girl with my sister's snorting laughter in the background. Haunting I tell...horrifying!

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  46. I had that sweater, and the ogilve home perm, and i'm no stranger to white shoulders. this cracked me up.

    my awkward stage...90's for sure. around the time i had my babies. it took me a while to let the 80's bangs go.

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  47. i will have to root out my 7th grade picture and one up you. i had glasses and weighed about 50 pounds.

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  48. Oh man, that's good.

    At the start of 7th grade I begged my mom to take me to get my hair cut, she had always cut my hair and it was always good enough for me, but not this time apparently. I wanted all my hair off, as short as she'd let me go. Which turned out to be almost a shave, about an inch and half length was left. I got a pretty decent pixie cut out of the deal and I was happy. But as the school year progressed it got longer and uglier. There wasn't time to get my hair updated every three weeks so I had to live with a funky embarrassing shaggy do.
    The next year I still hadn't learned my lesson and I got my hairs cut again. Only this time I wanted super pink hair (I thought it was the best idea I had ever had). The best I could beg from my mom was store bought blonde, which quickly turned a yellow orange from all the chlorine in the pool during swimming lessons. Gosh I was awkward.

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  49. You're just a hoot honey, and that picture isn't all that bad (although I can't quite smell the White Shoulders). I don't remember what grade I was in, had to be maybe 6th? I decided I'd had it with my long straight hair and I wanted to be one of those adorable girls with the pixie cut. Except I was too big boned to be adorable, and when my stick-straight hair was cut boy-short, it stuck out, but not everywhere. It was cowlick city on top of my head. Add in the red framed owl-like glasses, and you have yourself a winner. But hey, I survived, so I must have the self esteem of a horse.

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  50. Oh, the flashbacks. My Momma was queen of the home perm. Add in a Kmart wardrobe (purchased on layaway because we couldn't even afford to go buy clothes at Kmart)and some baby fat, no coordination or confidence and you have a recipe for adolescent disaster. I wouldn't go back for anything. It is good to know I wasn't alone though.

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  51. junior high, no doubt. dear, sweet olgivie.

    it does hearten me a bit to know we are former-perm-twins.

    ps you have perfect eyebrows.

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  52. girl! you aint seen nothing yet!
    imagine....red permed annie curls, freckle face and thick brown plastic coke bottle glasses.
    and THAT is staying in the archives tucked deeply into my mamas photo box...FOREVER!
    :)

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  53. LOL! Stop this! I just SNORTED with laughter.....at work....while on the clock....about your missing eye tooth comment.....

    Lord have mercy....

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  54. I had that exact same hairdo in 7th grade. My grandma gave it to me in her old-lady beauty shop attached to her house. I think that's enough said. . .

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  55. My school photo looks quite similar,a heart locket, 80's sweater, and rockin' an Ogilvie perm...with what I refer to as "rainbow mullet", because it was chopped like a rainbow around my face and long in the back...ugh. I thought my mom was the only crazy lady to give a kid a perm! Ha! I was spared from wearing White Shoulders, I used to wear Love's Baby Soft and I thought it was so grown up!

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  56. Awww ... what a cutie you were. It's so much fun to look back at those years. The awkward stage for me were ages 12-17, but Mama faithfully bought the school photos, and I still laugh uproariously at many of them. We (I'm a twin) were Mama's babies and we never ceased to be beautiful to her.

    Now, as the mother of a 26-year-old daughter, I not only purchased every one of her school photos, but have them framed and hanging above the home office French doors. I think they are all divine even the "funny" ones. She's my baby girl. I totally take after my mother.

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  57. My father died when I was 12; 7th grade. My mother was trying to figure each day out...raising 3 kids. Each day had to been emotionally draining for her. I went to a dance. Geeky and a wall flower. My mother did not have the stamina to help me look attractive. No one asked me to dance until my friends father took me onto the dance floor. A kind gesture but, I was so embarrassed because I felt I was a charity case. By the grace of God we all made it through. My mother is 93 and I have a husband who loves me and I can relate to those awkward middle school years as I taught for 32 hears. Ha, I got through the awkward geeky years! It can be tough.

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  58. giosmama26@yahoo.comSeptember 11, 2012 at 3:07 PM

    I love it! I laughed and what you wrote. Great post. You're the best at making your readers smile!

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  59. This post is fabulous.You're the best at making your readers smile!

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  61. Oh, girl. Somehow I totally missed this post. You came by my place and commented on my hair woes post. You mentioned your 7th grade picture. So this is it? Yep. We all have those pictures hidden away in boxes in our closets, don't we? You're too cute!

    In case you don't know what in the world I'm talking about...
    http://itwasbroughtonbylove.blogspot.com/2009/10/hair.html

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