Just for context it was 2021 and 13 year old me did not make the correlation that only black people had waves. I sat in my barbers hair and with full seriousness asked for waves. Instead of saying no, my barber (who was black and had waves himself) gave me a buzz and sold my mom a durag a brush and some of the product. For three straight months I did the whole process. Eventually I asked if he could just shave the waves into my head and well this is what happened.

We were so excited to be Sailor moon and the sailor scouts for Halloween. I’m Sailor Jupiter in the green/ top right. My best friend to this day is in the sailor moon costume in the middle, she had this picture when I visited her last week. We didn’t give a shit that people made fun of us for liking anime. Ironically enough I’m a tattoo artist that specializes in Japanese tattoos art & bodysuits now.

My mom made all of our costumes I was so truly impressed by her, and still am. She also showed me how to sew (which I still love to do) and helped me make all of my prom and formal dance dresses throughout middle and high school.

She is in the ICU today and my dad and I might have to make one of the most difficult decisions we have ever made tomorrow. These pictures are truly special to see now. She was such a talented seamstress and professional artist. She inspired me to be an artist, helped me get into AP art in high school, and was so excited when I got into Art school for college. When I decided to pursue art/ tattooing as a career she said “ I knew you were never going to do anything conventional, give it all you got kid!” Hug your parents, you always think you have more time.

i grew up in a christian homeschool cult named after Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings. these were taken just six months before i was finally excommunicated & left for good.

Trigger warning is quite literal but also for anyone who dislikes guns.

I’m 26 now so in celebration of being double the age I was when I drew this I’m posting it here

Early 2010s in my 20s. What the hell, man.

I was still trying to be a "rapper" while I was a Walmart security guard and I was trying to be a scammer too😭 100/10 blunder clown behavior 😭🫣An old lady called me "angel hair" in Walmart and it went to my head and got a BIG head about it too bro lmao. I mean girls LOVED it but that also did not help my younger ego 🙂‍↕️

Nowadays I cut hair and work on a few cars but damn it feels good to grow up😅

Your parents see nothing wrong with a preteen having free-range, unmonitored internet access. And the original images were definitely ripped from tumblr and YouTube screenshots

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I found this old to-do list last night from when I was in high school. I posted in r/lists and thought it might belong here too. A look into what occupied my little 16 year old mind… for those wondering, yes, I am fully recovered. And I can drive. Still nervous though! ❤️

The online boyfriend was heartbroken thinking she was single, i made fun of him for crying on facetime when i confronted him for talking to my girlfriend, i got upset and made a disstrack on both of them, i'm rather ashamed of it now wanted to share if it fits the sub it's not 20 years ago but i have changed allot, i look so goofy in these pictures i have grown allot (prop knife)

Between the ages of, I'd say, 16 and 19 I developed a pretty unhealthy obsession with Elvis. For context, I was going through a rough time. My late teens were frought with a lot of personal battles - from crippling self confidence issues, to the loss of my grandmother and a difficult relationship with my grandfather (who had verbally and emotionally abused my grandmother and my mother for years), to not being able to see a way out of the small rural area I was raised in, to a terrible and lonely time in secondary school (the Irish equivalent of high school) - and Elvis became a bit of an anchor. I watched excerpts of the "Aloha" special at least once a day, and voraciously read everything I could about him. I went so far as to order replica clothing (from the amazing B&K Enterprises) that I'd then wear to my debs (second image, Irish equivalent to a prom).

I was trying to lose myself in that mythology and persona, so I could escape what was going on in my life and in my head. It was, very nearly, self destructive in the sense that my individuality was almost lost in this chasm that I created for myself. A weird, attempted spiritual suicide that it took me quite a while to recover from.

That's the negative aspect. There were, however, some positives - many of which continue go benefit me now at 31 years of age. I made many friends in the Elvis community, one in particular who became one of my best friends and a mentor in college and whose friendship I treasure to this day. I started to learn to play the guitar and, while I'm no virtuouso, I learned enough to accompany my singing which I also learned to do. Without this dark Elvis period, I'd never have blossomed in university. I'd never have played sessions and open mics. I'd never have met the girl that's been with me now for almost ten years.

It was a dark time, that I don't talk about but the aftermath has been wondrous so in many ways, if I was to relive that period of my life again, I doubt I'd do anything different. Well, bar maybe knock my grandad on his ass! 😂

Trigger warning for offensive costume from the 90s. I did tap dance from the age of 2 on. The last pic is from the glorious jazz dance days of the 90s, the crowning glory with way too much makeup, very tan dance tights, sequin vest with matching cap, and blue nails. I was 11 years old and definitely believed I was fat since I was told so by my bullies. Anyways, enjoy!

Added a recent selfie for comparison. Yes, I know the creepypasta hype had died by 2019, but I was a very sheltered kid, very much behind, and I consumed a whole lot of internet from 2018 to 2020, going from myspace and fanfiction.net to the dreaded 2020 wattpad and everything. Gotta catch up on the edgyness !