In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward wonder.
This is my eighth grade school photo. I kind of can’t believe I’m posting it. Can you imagine if I’d worn my blue glasses? You know what I remember about this photo? It was re-take. I hated my first one. But this one…this one! It made me look good! What can we learn from this photo? I really don’t know. Seriously, how do I spin this into something positive?
Also, is there anyone who reads this blog whose former fro is jealous?