Today, I’m twenty-three. Ten years ago, I was thirteen. Thirteen was the worst year of my life, and a lot of that was just the normal teenage stuff. Starting to turn into a different person or even a continuation of the same person is confusing and awkward.
This is why any pictures taken of me ten years ago involve heavy camera avoidance… and I never did get it down to the art that Tegan got it to:
So, in the interest of making this post worth your while, we’ll go back ten more years, making me three.
Same stance, but with a face this time. See, I was a cutie!
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