When I grow up…

…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,

nov 1980
Social Justice Warrior-in-the-making

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?

12 thoughts on “When I grow up…

  1. 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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  2. 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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    1. 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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    1. 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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  3. 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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