I've ended up going through a bunch of my old pictures. So, huge post incoming.
at ten:
at eleven:
I was wearing fezzes before fezzes were cool.
At twelve I got glasses and a cat which I named Awwdabooboo:
the next few years resulted in me wearing a lot of black and being awkward and tall:
I wore flip flops a lot. More than anyone ever should:
I found a car at some point:
Just a few days after I turned 16. My mother threw me out of the house; this is me in a greyhound station.
I ended up moving back to Tennessee after that.
I lost weight after moving back to New York around seventeen. I tried to spend time with family:
I was in a band at some point.
At some point, I just ended up looking sad in every picture. I was still living with my father.
I cut my hair off, and started living as a girl just after my 20th birthday.
I lost about 80 pounds all in all.
I moved to Washington, where I grew my hair out again.
I got stabbed in the face not too long ago, and then in a fit of drunken pique, I cut my hair off. Results!
I'm turning 22 in two weeks. The idea terrifies me.