I cannot believe I’m doing this but I’m linking up with Liz at A Belle A Bean A Chicago Dog for the Senior Hottie series. Here:
I actually looked kind of like her (or him), come to think of it.
Now, the premise, obviously, is to show how you went from ugly-duckhood to stunning beauty in just one decade. Or two. You know – like Liz did.
My path was somewhat backwards, however. I think I was hotter in high school than I am now.
I couldn’t really find any incriminating photos – I must have left them all in the States at my parents’ houses. Or thrown them into the bonfire. So let’s ease into things with this one.
Could be worse right? This was the summer before freshman year when I was tan from life-guarding and fit from running 3 miles and swimming 100 laps a day. Those positive habits were quickly waylaid in college by my excessive beer consumption.
At age 16 I submitted this picture for the “Seventeen” magazine modeling contest and was hopeful I would be selected in spite of my average height of 5’6”, my average weight of 140 (I fudged and put 135) and my rather average beauty.
I submitted this picture too, relying on the superior photographic quality to hook me a spot.
I have no idea where my junior prom picture is that shows me in a shiny blue dress with a hoop skirt, but here’s one of me senior year that looks alarmingly like …
my future wedding dress! With better boob support. Lower left.
Me, not the boobs.
And since I couldn’t find the short feathered haircut of 9th grade (with the rat’s tail – oh Lord, the rat’s tail!) (Oh Lord, the rat!) … excuse me, what was I saying? And since I couldn’t find any other real shockers, here is a sorority picture from college. (I was a Sigma Kappa – any others out there?).
The beer went to my hair.
Now this is the point where I’m supposed to put the NOW pictures and have everyone say, “wooow! How did such an ugly duckling turn into such a sophisticated creature?”
Don’t get me wrong – I do love myself in spite of the fact that I seem to be the only victim of my acerbic tongue – but I feel like I’ve sort of gone backwards into geekhood.
Ur – you’re not really going to take this picture are you, honey? You know it’s going to be dorky!
I have a hard time taking myself seriously.
But what I lack in 40+ hotness I make up for in large heart and large mind.
(Maybe we should steer away from the word large).
Then there is always the occasional photo that actually does turn out
but it never seems to be for any of the official photo documents.
And the family poses. Come here and stand in my arms, my darling.
Right here in front of my belly. Whut?
Money just doesn’t buy you this level of sophistication.
What can I say? Easy elegance is something I’ve possessed since birth.
Along with my love of cake.
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THIS! You look so gorgeous in the photo with the shades on and, even better without!