The year is 2004.
Our eyebrows are scarce.
Our faux backdrops are fierce.
Our MAC lipgloss isn’t popping yet; that song doesn’t come out for another 3 years.
We wear long sleeved shirts under our short sleeved shirts.
We rock our ruffled denim mini skirts with “going out” halter tops. There’s a lot of capri-length, cargo-y cropped pants. There are a lot of hoop earrings. We wear too-tight polo shirts and our highlighted side bangs with pride.
Cooler girls hang out at tanning salons and sport sweet satin whale tails and trucker hats. Some wear platform flip flops and velour track suits with chunky Tiffany’s jewelry.
What a time to be alive.