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Originally posted by Ideal08
This is some funny isht in here, LMAO!!!
Ok, I used to not only sport leg warmers, but I also sported leotards.
Posner: Cheap @$$ Black people make up. Bad, bad, bad. I used to wear this purple-ish color when I was in 9th grade. I don't even really know what to say about that now, lol. But I look at pics from back in the day, hot mess, I'm tellin you.
Knickers: I know I'm not the only one who wore these. My mother made me, lol, and I HATED them. Picture it: Brown corduroy (sp?) vest, brown corduroy (that is a funny word, lol) knickers with belt-like thingies at the knee, yellow silky poofy arm shirt, yellow knee socks or tights, and I can't remember the shoes. I cried every time they would lay this out for me to wear. No, I wasn't allowed to pick out my own clothes. This was in elementary.
Accessories: I had a pair of earrings for EVERY outfit I owned, all different colors, so I could match. I was MISS Claire's Boutique!! Or the jelly bracelets that we collected?! Could wear them up and down your arm. We made jump ropes out of them, too.
Polka dots... Kwame got us started on that crazy mess. Lookin' STR8 jacked, lol.
man, I could go on and on, LOL
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I'm laughing so hard over here
Why can I relate? Let me tell about my leotards. Remember the S n P video "Everybody Get Up?" Well if you don't S n P had tore up jeans with leotards underneath. Why did I let those videos influence my junior high years?
Posner-----I did that too. I had that cheap a$$ fuschia lipstick.
Knickers-------Awwww Lawwwwdddd----I had a pair of green ones and burgundy corduroy ones along with the knee socks.
I know I had more than two pair, but I think I have a mental block due to the corduroy abuse.
My friends and I would trade jelly bracelets.
Don't laugh but I also rocked the Buster Browns faithfully. I cried when my mom bought me some brown suede Buster Browns. I wasn't allowed to pick my clothes either. I didn't have any name brand tennis shoes until 6th grade because I was rocking the Buster Browns in every doggone style imaginable every day of my life
In the winter you better believe I had turtlenecks, corduroy pants, and BUSTER BROWNS. Not everyday, but dang it seemed like it.