Yeah....I dont know how my mother let me out of the house like this. I remember this...this was the year I told my mom I didnt like how she did my hair and she turned over the comb and brush to me. I think I was 12 years old...such a tomboy. I do believe that is a velour top. A top that I loved.
America's Next Top Model aint got nothing on me and my sister!!! Imtryna tell ya....what was going on with the long sleeve, possibly velour turtleneck with the haltertop...I couldnt tell you but I was FIERCE..jpg)
urgh....that awkward stage...I started having breast before my older sister did...urgh...i hated that time. Do ya see the damn plaid???? Do you see it! I swear. My sister had on blue jeans, why couldnt I? And dont get me started with the part down the middle with the two braids.
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