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The one where the vault is unlocked

There has been a new fad on Twitter and Instagram in which people post old pictures of themselves and tag it #TBT or "Throwback Thursday."

I have ignored this fad as I truly believe God was looking out for me when Facebook was created AFTER I left high school. There are just some things that need to remain offline....such things being any picture of me between the age of 12 and 18. They can stay in a locked vault.

When I'm 40, I'm sure I'll look back and laugh- but even at the ripe old age of 28, I still say "TOO SOON!"

I know we all had those 'awkward' years....But let me tell you. It wasn't a phase for me....It was my life.

It didn't help matters that 2 weeks before my senior pictures were to be taken, I went in for a haircut that left me looking like a 35 year old mom of 4. (Not that anything is wrong with being a 35 year old mom of 4 kids....But for some reason, there are so many women who get pregnant, have a baby- and BAM! The next decision they make is to chop all their hair off! Why, ladies, WHY!?!?!?)  Anyways. Back to the haircut.

I told the lady what I wanted. She decided adding layers in all over was a good idea.

I cried.

And my senior pictures are a disgrace.

I'm not exaggerating, y'all. Not at all.

All that to say, I'm still pretty sensitive about these pictures. Ok, REALLY sensitive about these pictures.

But conversation last week at a football watching party turned to Throwback Thursday and I mentioned how I am not partaking. The others suggested that it couldn't be THAT bad.

So. I called my dad.

I asked if he wouldn't mind going through a few photo albums and sending a couple of pictures my way that I could consider posting. Ok maybe I needed to fast and pray about this decision....But either way. I'd think about it ;-)

So Tuesday morning, dad begins to send me some pictures. I'd specifically said 'NOTHING' older than middle school.

The first picture to come through was my senior picture.

I almost threw up in my mouth!

The 2nd picture was Freshman year.

I quickly reminded him I needed YOUNGER pictures.

But he was on a role.

The next 13...yes 13 pictures that came through sent me into a full-blown panic.

I kept texting saying "ENOUGH!"

They kept coming.

I finally said "MY SELF ESTEEM CAN NOT HANDLE THIS."

2 more came through.

His response?

"I love them!"

That being said, I decided I could post 2. Here they are. :-) Happy Throwback Thursday.

Maybe in 10 years I'll post a couple more.









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  1. That is seriously the cutest picture I have ever seen in my life!

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  2. haha... Amy, i happen to think the one of Juliet in her dance leotard is THE cutest. ;-)

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  3. Minda, I know exactly what you mean. I don't know if I'll EVER be ready to take out my pictures from those ages. In fact, I'm pretty sure there are very few pictures because I didn't allow my photo to be taken. Imagine one eye closed and one eye open in every photo. Rest of the face looks like mid-sneeze. Ugh! What was wrong with me???

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    1. ahhh Sara! Ha! Man. I am glad to know someone else feels the same way about their pictures!!! :-)

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