When I Was 20…
“Your 20-year-old pic is so cute,” I told him.
“I have a pic of you from when you were 20, you know. I found it when I moved a little while back,” he replied.
“You do? How? I don’t even have that many pics from when I was 20,” I laughed.
“I have a few pics of you from back then, but I doubt many of them are social media-suitable?” he laughed, sending over the first one.
It was my goth phase, and the time I made so much of a mess dying the underneath of my hair black that I just decided to dye my whole head, from blonde locks to blue-black gothness in less than an hour. It went well with my string of black shag bands (which aren’t in this picture, sadly), and my love for an abundance of black eyeliner, black clothes, and a black attitude.
We didn’t have smartphones back then. Not ones with cameras good enough to take saucy selfies on. So this is a photo of a photo, with my face blurred out, of course. Not that I look much like I did in my 20s!
In other news, I have a bonkers story to tell you that features that corset …
Stay tuned.
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