12. January 2014 by swissfitchick
Hello Sunday Readers!!
I hope the weekend is treating you well so far – besides my all over sore body I’m doing great – but today’s subject is not about fitness and food, but the selfish Spill it Sunday – as if I wasn’t talking about myself all the time already.
Thank you to our Latte Macchiato Aussie for hosting this fun!
We’re talking trends today. Or let’s say, what we THOUGHT was trendy. Cheeeeeeeesusssssss. I swear, I almost fell OFF the chair when I digged out some of the old pics yesterday morning. Seriously guys, I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry!! I had no idea it was THAT bad!!! I must have totally displaced these trends psychologically. They were nowhere to be found in my brain until yesterday afternoon.
First, a selfie just so you don’t forget how I look today.
Now get ready.
I start with one that isn’t so bad, but it’s just the one and only typical picture of my Dad and me – we were the biggest discussers, arguers, talkers, philosopher – like that, we used to sit for hours and hours and spend time passioning about the world and life, literature, music and people.
But now let’s get on to the real stuff. Here’s one of the really sad ones – just when I started with Anorexia (around 16 years old). I remember this day exactly I was going to go to a party – I had a bite of a chocolate cake midafternoon which wasn’t planned (of course) and so I skipped ALL the food for the whole night and just gulped down uncountable glasses of white wine. I’m also quite amazed by this piece of tissue I wear. And don’t I look so unbelievably sad? The hair looks really weird too.
It’s not over yet. I have worse to come. I wanna die. (13 years old)
I don’t even know what’s worse, the glance (I must assume I thought that was sexy), the glasses, the hat or the sweater. I guess it’s the combo of everything that really makes my mind going all blurry when looking at this right now…..
Can you please tell me that I wasn’t the only one who spent hours of posing for selfies in her room?? Cause that’s what I obviously did!! (13/14 years) Ok, today I do the same, but at the gym. #selfishdownanddirty
What catches my eye are the tanned legs vs. the white belly, PLUS all these stupid black and white LOVE and ROMANTIC posters and postcards. #tossthemforgoodreally
And of course that pants that kind of end somewhere mid-upper-body.
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Things to note: I wasn’t only a David Hasselhoff groupie, but I was highly obsessed by Jon Bon Jovi. I think I saw him 2-3 times in concert. I actually still like some stuff of him. But can we talk about this massive shirt and my HAIR?? It’s some kind of misscaried colour tone that I made myself and the style……for a very LONG time I thought this cut is doing my look well. #letitgrowletitgrowletitgrow
When I turned a little older and transferred from a groupie to a teenage rebell, I walked around like this (17/18 years):
Instead of this harmless bracelet, I wore Mercedes stars around my neck which I stole from the cars myself, I smoked weed, I drank, I partied, I used a bad language and I felt so desperately darn cool. I went to Grunge parties and head-banged all night and I avoid my parents. Because they ruined my life (of course). The whole look looked like this (unfortunately I have no pic) source
A little later, after red hair, then blonde hair, I went back to dark – this was just a few weeks after a dramatic break up with my boyfriend at that time, and as the typical symptom of a ‘new life without the man’, I dyed my hair dark/red. My brother was shocked and chew me out big time. I kind of liked it. The colour and the shocks. 🙂
And to finish this off with a last big laugh – the 80’s called for HUGE jeans jackets and these kind of washed style jeans – oh please, stop. And the glasses again. Really, seriously, please, NO. And WHAT are these shoes??? I can not even remember them!!
If you made it until here, then kudos!!
Your turn!! What was one of the trends you followed and maybe wouldn’t anymore today?
Were you a teenage rebel? I was a serious issue. I think my Mom hated me a little sometimes. I can not blame her.