Why Didn't They Tell Me Part 9

I love this picture.
I should probably apologize for not getting written(or any)permission from Kam, Brian & Willie for putting them in this post. However, they do look fabulous--so they really shouldn't complain. I like to call this picture "snake bite".
I think it's only fair for adolescents to go through the whole "acne phase" part of life. It's like a rite of passage into adulthood. If you never experienced it, I hereby officially banish you from my blog. Until you get a zit, then feel free to join the fun once again.
If you look carefully at my face in this picture--you will behold two perfectly spaced "blemishes" above my upper lip. Quite frankly, it looks like a snake bit me. And then it got red and swollen...the best part of the story is this: I swear this happened all the time! I must have sat in class during high school with my two greasy index fingers plastered to my upper lip in such a fashion as to merit the "snake bite" look. I have since learned to keep my hands away from my face and I have successfully avoided the snake bite look for several years now! Yay for me!

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I was so excited to show this picture to my Dad and he thinks I'm being too hard on myself. Here's the thing (and I hope this is understood by everyone reading), I am not doing these posts because I am depressed about how gross I was as a child or adolescent or even college student. I am sharing them because I am saving the future generation of the planet. It is all in VERY light-hearted fun and I really don't think I'm disgusting. I'm actually very hot. Ask my husband.