We all know we have fashion horrors in our pasts, and we live daily putting such hideousness behind us. However, Facebook has found a way to keep the anguish alive and spooling out forever.
Someone posted part of my senior class yearbook photo. I think considering how some other folk look, I bear up reasonably well.
Still, this was my mullet. There were many like it, but this one was mine. Blue shirt, second row. Do keep in mind I was a mere breath away from the choppy-offy punkette hair phase. And yeah, my face is blurry - I never could be still.