Me, with my date, whom I've cropped out of the photo, posing for pictures before we head off to the winter dance, known as "the Snowball" (har har), in 1991. I was 17; wearing my recycled gown from the junior prom the year before, which I'd just had chopped to tea length (cheap-ass 4eva); and, yes, sporting a winter coat that had pleather points on the padded shoulders. AND LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIFUL PERM!
[Please share your own throwback pix in comments. Just make sure the pix are just of you and/or you have consent to post from other living people in the pic. And please note that they don't have to be pictures from childhood, especially since childhood pix might be difficult for people who come from abusive backgrounds or have transitioned or lots of other reasons. It can be a picture from last week, if that's what works for you. And of course no one should feel obliged to share a picture at all! Only if it's fun!]
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