Ahh, the iconic Farrah Fawcett Flip hairstyle of the 1970s. Yep, that’s me above in the blue Izod shirt, before I err…blossomed.
I’m still waiting to blossom. *checks watch* *taps foot* *sighs*
Has this ever happened to you, when you try to get a popular hairstyle look right, and you fail miserably, publicly and repeatedly? Over decades?
These first two photos are backwards, I mean “flipped,” har...the blue shirt one with the braces came after this charming velour multi-colored sweatshirt disaster and cheesy “H” necklace.
Pretty sure that’s not real gold, Jay Z. Fresh track suit, though.
Why did they shoot these studio portrait photos in the 70′s and 80′s with yourself looking off into the distance at…what?
Having braces was a nightmare. Pizza got stuck in them constantly. Boys were not into it, I mean me, ahem. All of these pics are of me, I probably shouldn’t admit that.
At least I was wearing a cross around my neck to seem virtuous and ward off vampires.
It’s not like things got a lot better for me in the 1980′s, here I appear to be wearing rhinestones, taffeta and I look like I fell head first into a bucket of bleach.
Baby got fat…I mean baby fat. On muh cheeks.
Does anyone need a spare can of Aqua Net hairspray and some Lee Press On Nails? Or seven layers of caked on mascara?
I’m actually not topless here, but it couldn’t make it that much more embarrassing.
R.I.P. beautiful Farrah, no one could ever be you. Especially not me. But I tried, I really, really tried.