I recently came across this retrospective on Glamour Shots. It reminded me of a terribly embarrassing incident from my own adolescence.
The time I went to Glamour Shots.
So that you realize how out of character this was for me, you must realize I was more Angela Chase than Brenda Walsh. I spent most of middle school wearing black and white clothes, reading Sassy, and rolling my eyes (I was a champion eye roller) at the suburban pursuits of my classmates.
Yes, I was a lot of fun.
But somehow, on a spring Saturday, I ended up Glamour Shots with my aunt and little cousin. Why? Maybe because I was (and am) a bit of an event whore?
After I cracked a joke about them on Facebook, my mother actually scanned them in. And, as punishment for ignoring this here blog, I thought I'd share them.
As I look at these pictures, I try to reconstruct what I was thinking as a I picked these costumes from Galmour Shot's collection and as I posed.
Like this look. WTH was I thinking? I look like a white trash vixen (like Heather Locklear on Dynasty). J hates this one, because he first saw it at my grandmother's house right after we started dating. He was all "this is kind of a sexy picture of you, even if you have waaaayyyy to much makeup on."
Then I told him I was twelve when it was taken. He now HATES this picture because it freaks him out. Ha.
This outfit looks the most like Tracie in 1991. Dark. No decoration.
However, I didn't usually pair these outfits with curly hair and heavy makeup. I commented on Facebook that I look like a stripper posing as an attorney.
This picture is my favorite. I look pained. Probably from the awkward posing. Or the huge, heavy clip-on earrings. Or both.
Does anyone else have awkward Glamour Shots from their younger years?
