|2003: 18 years old, filled with all the drive and geigh in the world.|
These were some of the most important years of my youth. I was...ah..."sexually liberated," wildly independent, in what was then essentially a marriage (two years), and, most importantly, happy. Friendships have faded, vanished, been tested, rebuilt and strengthened (or not), waist lines have doubled in size...it's been a wild ride since our days in the exercise room of Northampton Community Center. With all I lost (and spent) in the aftermath, I wouldn't trade this time period for all the red velvet goodness in the world. At least, I don't think I would. We were invincible. Shaping our lives and exploring this world together. Dance was our everything. We'd dance anywhere, having impromptu rehearsals in the hallways at school, mall parking lots, street corners, food courts, backyard patios, living rooms. We'd even claimed a "dancer's table" in the cafeteria at school at one point. We were those kids.
In browsing my Photobucket account, I came across a folder with pics dating back to 2002, when it all began. I was 17, a senior in high school, and through forming this company, made some friends who've become closer than family to me. Seeing these photos almost ten years later is immensely humbling. We had not yet, apparently, cultivated a sense of self-awareness or self-editing. For us: the more (bleach, dye, fishnet, etc.) the better. We would literally wear anything. Shirts with one sleeve. Half-shirts and half-jackets. Fishnet stockings as shirts. Fingerless gloves. Hand-painted jeans. Camouflage and mo' camouflage. Underwear on the outside. All in the name of "edgy." It did pay off: we won Best Costumes at a competition in 2003, but that's beside the point. The aforementioned bisonly life-ruining chick even had a thing for squinching and squeezing her Quadruple Bacon Cheeseburger ass backfat-rich frame into bite-sized garments. You live and you learn, right?
Anywho, just found an old write up in the local paper from 2003: HERE.
Here are some of the less cringe-worthy images from more carefree (skinner) times.
|March 28, 2003: Portsmouth, Virginia.|
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