My mother hates me


My sister and I (right).

Be grateful that you can’t see the shoes.

I really would like to know what would compel my dear mother to dress my sister and I in this outrageous get up. Did she wake up one day and go, “Gee, I wonder if I can find an outfit out there that embodies shame, ridicule, and outright insanity”? The answer is yes, and she succeeded. But that wasn’t all. She then made my sister and I wear said outfits and took a picture of us to later haunt me.

There is absolutely no excuse for those outrageous bows, that collar, and that fabric. No. Excuse.

But that’s not what really gets me. What gets me is that I am smiling. Look very closely folks—that is the smile of blissful ignorance. That is the smile of a child who was brainwashed into thinking they could walk outside and not feel the least bit bad about it.

Too bad we can’t go back in time and edit our lives. I wish it was as simple as opening up Photoshop and going edit happy. For example in this picture I would’ve blurred out those stray aways covering up my fivehead and replacing that fabric, or better yet, smudging it to the point that it blends with the wall and no one else would have to see it. Ever. And then I’d probably clone my annoying little sister out entirely.

Kidding.

I’m thinking every single time my mother pisses me off I’ll bust out this picture. “Like your judgement means anything, mother. You thought this! *flashes picture* Was acceptable! Now excuse me while I go bathe in my tears.”

Maybe then she’d get off my back, and even feel a little pity for what I went through. Or even better: she would avoid talking to me altogether for fear of her obvious neglect being flashed in her face. I can dream okay.

Oh btw, I fixed some links in the Extra section (Hitler Khronicles was a bit off) and edited a few articles. 


LMFAO. FIVEHEAD. god i love you.

lol @ leslie looking like herself and you, not remotely wtf

Posted by Daddy on January 09, 2008

Oh, TRUST ME Sarai, we all have these photos...I have a lovely one of me in a rainbow striped dress, white knee socks, black Mary Janes, and a little denim vest. Mmm, style.

Posted by Amanda on January 09, 2008

I wish I wore dresses when I was small! I was a mini-tomboy constantly dressed with leather boots and suspenders and that’s even more embarrassing. You and your sis look cute though! And it probably looked hip back then ;)

Posted by Juice on January 09, 2008

Hehe, I think she distracted you with something shiny =P But you don’t look THAT bad ;-)

Posted by Vera on January 09, 2008

My cousins and I used to be dressed alike. But we never got any of those bows! My God, those are immense!

Posted by Aisling on January 09, 2008

Anyone who was born pre-early 90’s has photos just like that. Homemade dresses using the most outrageous fabric--hell, store bought clothes that are just as bad.

I mean, sure now it looks hideous because people are so fashion conscientious and pretentious. I think the weirdest part about looking at the old photos, is just how much stuff has changed.

Imagination+Barbie is how I used to spend my time up until i was about 12 or so. My little sister Nicolle? The internet occupied most of her time around that age.

Weird how a few years and new tech toys make a huge difference.

Posted by Jordan on January 09, 2008

Aww, at least you two look cute :D
My mom on the contrary used to dress me up like fruits. Her favorite was the watermelon outfit, I can tell by the number of pictures of me wearing it, lol. It isn’t all that bad until the pictures are pulled out to show all your relatives, boyfriends, the milkman, the mailman and whoever knocks the door.

Posted by Lene on January 09, 2008

Ha, that’s so sweet ^^;
Was it for a party, or something, or just random?

Posted by Kristina on January 09, 2008

We were going to a church function, I believe.

Posted by Sarai on January 09, 2008

Hahahaha! Oh wow! The bows!

Posted by Helen on January 09, 2008

I lol’d. But only because I know the exact pain, the very shame one goes through being put through something like that. Having your parents buy matching outfits for you and your siblings, only to look back on it and go “god, what were they thinking… what was *I* thinking?!”

Posted by Arwen on January 09, 2008

While yes, that is bad, you should really see some of the pictures my grandmother had taken of me when I was a child. If I would let those pictures within 2 miles of my house I’d probably let you see them, but they aren’t coming around here. However, I’ll give you an idea here: red velvet, white lace, white lace socks, underwear, WHITE. LACE. PURSE.

*hides in shame*

Posted by Holly on January 10, 2008

I have pictures like that too.. The bow, the collar, the fabric - it’s all there. And every time my mother looks at it she says something like “awww, that was the time when you still liked to dress up!!” ew

Posted by Cecelia on January 10, 2008

Haha, trust me, it doesn’t look AS bad as you think it does :)
I saw one picture of me where my pants was literally up to my chest.
These pair of ridiculously stripey, colourful.... oh my dear god.

Posted by Joyce on January 11, 2008

LOL—Priceless! I have a couple of pictures like that as well… but I don’t plan on them seeing the light of day for a loooooooong time, haha.

Have you ever noticed that people look much older in older pictures than in recent pictures? I’m guessing it’s all the puffy hairdos and shoulder pads running amok in the late 80s/early 90s that aged people about 10 years!  =P

Posted by Robmarie on January 15, 2008
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