I'm Just Sayin'

When I was at my childhood home a few weeks ago, I ran across some pictures. I will be posting some here and there over the next few weeks. But there was one set of pictures, that I had to post in all their glory. I have two words for you my friends.

Glamour Shots.

If you were a girl, growing up in the mid- to early-90s, you know where I’m going. As a matter of fact, many of you just had a flashback of feather boas and lace gloves. And if you’re a guy, you probably had a sister whom you mocked mercilessly for those come hither looks the photographer made her give.

When I was looking at 15-year-old me, all dolled up, I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that those pictures were not me. That hair was not me. The pancake make-up was not me. The poses and the smiles and the over the shoulder glances. None of them were me.

But then, I was a teenager. I didn’t even really know who me was. And now, 13 years later, I’m still not 100 percent sure. But I do know that these pictures? Are about the funniest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. So here, for your viewing pleasure, the many faces of Brandy. And I had to add the captions. Because, seriously? I’m all about mocking myself.

Ivy couldn’t believe the day had finally come. She was finally going to a taping of Blossom! And she had the perfect hat/choker combination for the occasion.

Mitzi didn’t even care that her sequined jacket and top were so heavy that she couldn’t sit up straight. She was going to pop her collar and win that dance contest.

Collette couldn’t believe that he was gone. She wrapped her pink feather boa around her for comfort. “At least I have my looks,” she thought.

“If that witch even looks at my prom date, I will slap her with my satin-gloved hand,” thought Barbara. “She will pay.”

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