Two years ago, as I was prepping for our wedding, my mother gathered all these pictures of me for our video montage.
WAS THERE AN ACTIVITY MY PARENTS DID NOT SIGN ME UP FOR?
My mother was heavily involved in most of our school activities. This particular event was the Middle School Fashion Show. She was on the committee. The event showcased the latest trends from the neighborhood boutiques… pairing the aspiring models (aka the children of the committee members) with some kick-ass clothes.
How could I turn down the chance to be a model?!
I mean… take a look at me.
That flannel shirt.
Those oversized, ripped jeans.
The wild hair.
I was a natural.
I was just doing my thangggg on the runway.