Okay, ya’ll. I’m bringing out the big guns for the next three weeks of Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You. If you are new here, I apologize. Don’t judge me on this, k? Come back when I’m not um, brave.
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In honor of the end of summer, I decided to share some swim suit photos. Around fifteen years old, I started reading Seventeen magazine. I remember spending a lot of time perusing the pages whenever I could get my hands on one. I was especially
jealous enthralled with the swimsuit poses and models.
And in a strange moment of self-confidence and insanity, I talked my sister into photographing me. In my bathing suit. Looking as sexy as possible.
Three poses. Three bathing suits. For the next three weeks.
Because I love to hear you laugh!
Let’s just take this in, shall we?
First of all, to my Mom’s credit the perming had ceased.
And this is one of the few times I wore long hair. And after looking at it again, I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to have short hair.
My family liked to call the roll of hair on my forehead a ‘dookie roll.” Because they loved me. I would curl it tight and it would stay perfectly, um, rolled, all day.
The hair, the bathing suit, the muscles . . .
*updated to add* I’m not wearing hose, girls! Mind-boggling, isn’t it?
Words fail me, ya’ll. Is this just awful or what? Link up and make sure you come back next week; I’m aiming for sultry and it only gets worse.