Okay. Let’s break this down.
I’m 15. Tenth grade has just begun. I’m in the drama club, show choir, literary club, yearbook staff, senior beta, and I’m about to nail a 4.0 while falling in love for the first (real) time.
I work two jobs after school and on weekends when I’m not taken out of school for acting work in Atlanta.
This sweater has a deep V down my back and the blue pearls are tied in a knot below the frame. Of course, I’m in my one and only pair of Guess capri-length jeans with a Forenza fabric hoop belt at my hips. My earring is a cross hanging from a paperclip I found on the floor in homeroom.
It’s hard to know how much enoughness I was rockin’ back then, but looking at this now — nearly 34 years later — I see confidence and poise and happiness.
Yet at the time these photo PROOFS were ready for ordering prints, I declined.
So I didn’t think they were worth buying… but probably because I had just bought a piano and a guitar, so I was replenishing my savings for the car I would buy the following year.
I had fun at North Springs High School. I was active and opinionated and smart and, although often caught up in drama, I hung out with people who made me laugh, think, and own my feelings.
Question for you: Would you want to chat with 15-year-old you? Would you like to hear what she had to say about what you’ve made out of the life she got started for you?