Borange

I've been spending the last few days trying to figure out why this picture in particular has been haunting me.

It finally hit me: it's the swimsuit!

I know I look 8 or 9 years old, which means I was 11 or 12. Which means this was the swimsuit I refused to wear to the Infamous Pool Party, and insisted on buying a new one.

Oh, if I'd only known the horror, I would have gladly, happily opted for last year's ungroovy, flat-chested model. Yes, only agony and humiliation can result when we try to be something we are not. And we do learn more from our failures and mistakes than from our successes. To thine own self be true, indeed.