So this may be the only time you will ever read me referring to my high school days, and for good reason. Trust me, you wouldn't have wanted anything to do with me back then, and below should tell you why. This is difficult for me to admit, so try not to judge me too harshly. My mother dressed me until I was thirteen years old. This is rare for girls who are really into fashion and style. I believe style is innate, and the fact that my mother dressed me till my teen years discredits me quite a bit. Okay, fine, a lot.
So you know those experimental years kids have at 4, 5, 6 or 7 years old (or whenever it is parents usually stop dressing fashionable young ladies)? Well, mine came much later - as in high school, as in when I was 14-17 years old. So enjoy the pictures below because it is the last and only time you'll see them (unless you keep coming back to look and laugh).
Thank goodness style evolves and tastes change because some of the things I'm wearing in these pictures are just too awful.