|Look! It's the girl that ate Tara!|
|That's right folks. That's me in my marching band uniform. Please note that |
the pants are too short. They only had one pair that fit me in the waist and
they came up above my ankle. Good stuff, huh?
Ok, stop laughing. No really. Stop it. I said stop laughing! Alright, I get it. Can anyone say "Awkward phase"? Let me tell you, it was one hell of an awkward phase. Not only was I an unattractive child, I was fat too. I think it started in the 6th grade and continued straight through to when I graduated high school. The top picture was taken in the 8th grade the night of our "winter concert" (8th grade was the pinnacle of my fat stage - if it wasn't nailed down, I ate it) and I think the next one was taken the spring of 9th grade before the Memorial Day parade. I believe it was when I was in the 10th grade that those uniforms were retired and we just wore black and white. Amen to that. But at least now I can look back at stuff like this (which was morifying at the time) and laugh. Really, really hard.
We came across the marching band picture when we were going through boxes of pictures in search of some of my Gram to use on picture boards for her funeral. My mom pulled this one out of the box and said "Oh look!" so we all did. And then we all laughed. And then my mom handed it to my husband and said "Here, you keep that" to which he replied "Ew. I don't want it!". Thanks dear. (To be fair, I've seen old pictures of him and I had to admit to him that if he still looked like that...we probably wouldn't be together. He had quite the awkward stage as well.)