I have questions for my former self

This picture is of me in middle school.
I have a number of questions about it.
All of them will not be able to be answered.
But here they are.


  1. Why am I eating a caramel apple pop with braces?
  2. Why is my hair pulled back in a ridiculously tight pony tail?
  3. Was I really this much taller than all my friends?
  4. Puca shell necklace....why?
  5. Weird button down t-shirt....why?
  6. Ugh. those braces.

Did you know I used to have a spacer on my upper jaw? I had to crank it everyday. It worked. I could fit 2 quarters side-by-side in between my front teeth.

There's some awkward middle school truth for you.

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