from goth girls to pretty girls.
when i was in high school, even kind of during middle school, i was part of that "goth/freak" crowd. the kids that the preppy kids made fun of, the kids that everyone stared at, the kids that teachers either loved or just could not understand.
very few of us, at least at my high school, ended up having a successful high school career and are currently pursuing higher education. for the most part, school was "hell" and "torturous" on top of "pointless," so "fuck the system" and either fail out or drop out at 16 if your parents were that "cool."
we were nu-metal kids. we listened to korn, staind, coal chamber, limp bizkit, etc. we thought linkin park was too soft, we thought britney spears was the most terrible thing to happen ever, EVER. we wore jncos and kik wear. this was before hot topic in countryside or gulfview, so no tripp pants; everyone shopped at a small independent store in the mall called inti (snicker snicker, inti).
you were awesome if you could find the same shell-toed adidas as fred durst, awesome-r to have your ears pierced multiple times (yeah, this was even before gauging was very popular...), super awesome if your parents let you dye your hair crazy colors despite referrals from the administration at school, and the absolute shit if you had dread falls or platform boots.
ht, circa 2003.
high school, junior year. alex and i wore all white to school, and nearly gave people heart-attacks.
*insert hour time break here looking for more old pictures*
so anyways, why does all of this matter? whats brought all of this to my attention?
i've recently gotten back into contact with some of the girls that i used to hang out with in high school who i haven't seen in years - they look absolutely gorgeous. who would have known that underneath those ten pounds of makeup, mammoth jeans and skateboarding shoes, was this stunning beauty that puts all the ambercombie girls to shame? they've become that slightly alternative girl: immaculate salon hair, well-manicured nails, perfect shaped eyebrows, slight tanned skin that still appears soft as a result of all that preservation in the teen years, outfits that appear as if they were assembled for a photo shoot. its strange to see them this way; i suppose everyone comes to the point where change is necessary but its just so... different?
i feel at times as though i'm at this constant battle on the brink of that "going normal" change, turning into slightly alternative tatt-ed and pierced girl. each time i dye my hair, i ponder for days in advance, considering letting my natural color grow in. every time i get dressed, i pick the birkenstocks and leave the platforms. more and more often as i open shipment at work, i'm totally disappointed.
wah wah wah. maybe i'm actually turning emo ;)
very few of us, at least at my high school, ended up having a successful high school career and are currently pursuing higher education. for the most part, school was "hell" and "torturous" on top of "pointless," so "fuck the system" and either fail out or drop out at 16 if your parents were that "cool."
we were nu-metal kids. we listened to korn, staind, coal chamber, limp bizkit, etc. we thought linkin park was too soft, we thought britney spears was the most terrible thing to happen ever, EVER. we wore jncos and kik wear. this was before hot topic in countryside or gulfview, so no tripp pants; everyone shopped at a small independent store in the mall called inti (snicker snicker, inti).
you were awesome if you could find the same shell-toed adidas as fred durst, awesome-r to have your ears pierced multiple times (yeah, this was even before gauging was very popular...), super awesome if your parents let you dye your hair crazy colors despite referrals from the administration at school, and the absolute shit if you had dread falls or platform boots.
ht, circa 2003.
high school, junior year. alex and i wore all white to school, and nearly gave people heart-attacks.
*insert hour time break here looking for more old pictures*
so anyways, why does all of this matter? whats brought all of this to my attention?
i've recently gotten back into contact with some of the girls that i used to hang out with in high school who i haven't seen in years - they look absolutely gorgeous. who would have known that underneath those ten pounds of makeup, mammoth jeans and skateboarding shoes, was this stunning beauty that puts all the ambercombie girls to shame? they've become that slightly alternative girl: immaculate salon hair, well-manicured nails, perfect shaped eyebrows, slight tanned skin that still appears soft as a result of all that preservation in the teen years, outfits that appear as if they were assembled for a photo shoot. its strange to see them this way; i suppose everyone comes to the point where change is necessary but its just so... different?
i feel at times as though i'm at this constant battle on the brink of that "going normal" change, turning into slightly alternative tatt-ed and pierced girl. each time i dye my hair, i ponder for days in advance, considering letting my natural color grow in. every time i get dressed, i pick the birkenstocks and leave the platforms. more and more often as i open shipment at work, i'm totally disappointed.
wah wah wah. maybe i'm actually turning emo ;)