The Art of Being Pretty
Facebook is proving quite resourceful these days as a place where I can stumble upon pictures of my 16-year old self, uploaded by well-meaning old school friends. Just goes to show, you can burn all your photos, you can deny your past, you can have extensive electro-shock therapy to forget what you looked like - but somewhere along the line you’ll always be reminded that you were a plump, ugly troll at 16 years old.
For some people, the above picture is too much. They’ll claw at their faces and exclaim “it’s…it’s not POSSIBLE!”. I might even lose some readers whose mental image of me as the flawless, chiseled adonis I am today will be smashed into a million chunky-eyebrowed shards. To those people I apologise. I should have warned you - I was a fat kid.
Have a good weekend, everyone.
