Eighth grade, Fifties Day.
Let's just be up front about it. I look ridiculous in the above photo. I am at that awkward pre-teen phase and I had just gotten braces, which explains the sneer-smile. And I'm wearing too much makeup, which was par for the course for me as an eighth grader.
I also wish I had known that the skirt made me look like I had a much bigger lower half than I did at age 13. But hey, if I only dressed in clothes that were flattering, the whole 90's decade might have imploded upon itself! (Note: Future OPT to exhibit exactly what plaid flannel grunge-inspired disasters I am talking about.)
On a bit of a sentimental note, I recall that my mom stayed up all night sewing that skirt for me, because I just HAAAAAD to HAVE ONE. Because my friends would be wearing one. The fact that the skirt is unflattering is not her fault at all.
Thanks, Mom. Love ya.