As I am such a kind soul I checked with my fab friend Kelly back from my schools days to see if I could use this photo. Luckily for her she is not dressed up and looks normal. I on the other hand went as Cruella Deville with a wig that did not dye quite as well as I hoped and almost looks blue on the white side.
I was only a mere 16! At that point in life I was not all that bothered about embarrassing myself. I was more concerned about my cleavage, the effective use of a wonder bra and what alcohol was available. I was just about to start my A levels and was on ‘an end of GCSE’s high. I never envisioned meeting the love of my life two years later. Life was fun, care free and very flirty!
When I saw this photo had been pasted on to my Facebook wall I thought ‘Oh how embarrassing’ but actually is it? To get dressed up, enjoy your friends, not hurt or harm anyone but have a wail of a time. I was not embarrassed at the time, so why now?
As I approach my 30th birthday this year I fear it is because in some ways that I have lost some confidence. It is funny how being a stay at home Mummy does that to you. I am now a constant worrier, dress for safety (chastity belt to avoid more children) and comfort and have lost my edge.
I would actually quite like a little bit of that 16-year-old back. The one who tried new things, the one who worried less and the one who still thought the world was her oyster. For I am turning 30 this year, not 300 so really I have lots left to achieve!
…..on second thoughts it is quite embarrassing! Look at that lipstick!