Born in the 80’s, Living the 90’s
It’s the trip down memory lane that you didn’t ask for!!! But that I’m giving to you anyway. Cause I’m drunk and going through photo albums at my parents house.
I miss being anxiety free. Was everything more simple then, is that why I want this life now too? A small family unit, photos just for us (I would buy an old school camera with film), including a happy child and exquisitely happy marriage between both parents, with no marital difficulties. Everything just… easy somehow? Simple. It’s a life that is possible with the right person but one that looks increasingly impossible now. But I harbour no bitterness. Just a whole lotta love, and a little bewilderment that baby me was so fucking awkward yet managed to make it to high school un-bullied. I wasn’t especially charismatic, or funny and charming in the way my first love could be - I just liked cool things and read books for fun.
A biography, in a dozen pictures. You can literally see who I am as a person. My childhood was a very happy place. Before high school did what it did to me, before I met you at 18 and you helped me find the tools to build myself up again, well… I was this idiot.
Fat happy baby in a pool:
Dumbass:
Who ate all the cake? This chubby bitch right here:
… and here…
Getting intimate with a bread roll and enjoying a pretty damn good Christmas. Bet you didn’t have an Ariel The Little Mermaid tent in your youth. Bet life was a little less cheerful without it. If I knew a tiny you back then, I would have invited him over to hang out in it with me. I probably would have kissed you on the cheek like I did with one other boy, who after I did yelled “EW GROSS I DONT WANT GIRL KISSES I WANT BOY KISSES” Kristian was his name. But I digress.
Me chilling in my favourite room in the house, where the magic window box is and the black circles go round to make the special musics:
OMG OMG OMG SNOW!!! ITS MAGICAL!!! RUN!!! RUN THROUGH THE SNOW TO A LAND OF DREAMS!!!
NO FUCK OFF HATES IT.
My first frenemy, Kelly. Our parents were best friends, she hated me. Bitch bit my ear when we were introduced as babies like some mini Mike Tyson skank and it all went downhill from there.
Bitch.
Hating clowns even at 4 years old. You can see the disdain on my face for everything this man is as a human being.
McDonald’s birthday party, 6 years old. 90’s parties at McDonalds fucking rocked. Those ice cream cakes, the redundant tour of the kitchens, pass the parcel. Cheeseburger happy meals galore, and all the soft drink you could ever want. That shit was tight.
And my 6th birthday present! Look how happy. Simple woman, even then.
And me being a total lady in a pile of dirt, completely content with my surroundings. There’s a metaphor somewhere here for my entire life.
Hope my pictures amused you, and I hope you find some time to yourself soon. You are very important to me, and that’s one thing that won’t ever change. I always adored your best qualities then and try to bring those sides of you out now, as much as I can. Hopefully I make you smile.
Be kind to yourself.
Much love.
S xox
P.S: here’s me being a big sister at 4, in my favourite childhood outfit. My brother picking his nose. Typical.
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