…I can only hope to be as give-no-fcuks awesome as I was at age 10.
And while the facepaint screams “hippy-dippy lovechild”-meets-“gradeschooler’s idea of an Indian”-meets-“Gramma Ruth’s leftover lipsticks” to me today,
I’m still convinced that’s as reasonable a use for pantyhose as any my adult self has ever tried.
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What about you?
At what age were you most fearless?
I have never been fearless. But I have always been courageous!
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There can be great power in seeing the dangers and knowing your fears — and still moving forward.
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‘I can only hope to be as give-no-fcuks awesome as I was at age 10.”
Me too!
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Right now. Today. Fearful baby, fearful child, teenager, young adult, suddenly realized all of the things I feared no longer matter and decided to try to not take on any new fears. If possible. So far I’m doing it more than I’m not. Keeping fingers crossed!
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What a wonderful answer! What a wonderful place to have arrived at. Thank you for sharing!
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Brilliant shot! I love the placement of the heart, the ‘V’ part of it looks like frown lines intensifying your expression, making the heart a fierce one.
What’s the story of the shot or was that your every day style?
As for my most fearless time, I’d say it was before I knew there were sharks in the sea.
Thanks for sharing!
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Sharks are scary. I get ya there, sister!
I have no idea what the story behind this picture, or this look, was! Not my everyday style, no — at least not the makeup. (Though I think I crayoned a few doll faces similarly? For reasons??) I may have been using my face to balance out the neatly-belted-and-vested aspect of my clothing here, which was itself out of character for me at this age.
I tended to change my outfits two and three times a day, to my mother’s bemused annoyance. I wore old gauzy curtains, fastened into skirts with large rhinestone broaches; silk kimonos pilfered from my grandmother’s closet; ’50s-era slips with lacy panels and sparkly gold accents. I often accessorized with tights and pantyhose, in a wear-it-anywhere-but-on-my-legs kind of way. Not many pictures left but this one, unfortunately!
Thanks for the comment! 🙂
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Great photo!!!
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Isn’t it?? I can tell by looking that I was working REALLY HARD to keep what I clearly felt was an appropriately stern expression — and it cracks me up every time!
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LOVE that picture!! My most fearless age might have been when I was still a toddler. About the time I decided to change my name to Dorcas, and carried a paper bag with me everywhere I went… for my important stuff, you know.
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Toddlers with bags = serious business.
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