Hans Christian Andersen wrote The Ugly Duckling, “a tale about personal transformation for the better”, says Wikipedia. I was born cute, I grew up pretty, and I became a handsome man, even when I bite my nails.
What I did do often though is make myself ugly. Purposely. Unknowingly. I refused to hear my mom when she said: Le Clown, that shirt is an ugly shirt and you will look ugly in that ugly shirt. My mom also told me that she would make fun of me one day, that she would keep pictures of me wearing that ugly shirt, and that she would mock me with my girlfriend, because that’s how humans bond. I will be celebrating five years of blissful life with my wife this coming September, and the day where my mother and my partner bonded over my fashion faux pas never came. [Editor's note: Although Le Clown's wife never had the opportunity to laugh at his ugly shirts from yesteryear, she did find plenty of reasons to laugh at him pretty much every fucking day].
I won’t let these pictures fade away. I am exposing myself. My fashion faux pas for your enjoyment. Human bonding through analog pictures digitized and made into a blog post. A field trip for future anthropologists.
I’ve shown you mine, now you show me yours. What old pictures are hiding in your closet in a shoe box? Let them have a bit of fresh air, and let us have fun at your expense. In the comment section, attach a link to your picture, a younger you, one from your high school yearbook, or prom, or Bar Mitzvah, or First Communion. If you are technologically challenged, and you don’t know how to share your picture in the comment thread, send it to me at clownonfire at gmail dot com, and I will add it to your comment (you will have to write a comment first…). And don’t pull that pride card on us… We won’t really be laughing at you… We will be laughing with you. Everyone, meet your former selves.