The year was 1990. I was 12 years old and had the height of fashion in my closet after back to school shopping. MC Hammer triangle pants and an equally odd shaped, shoulder padded matching shirts in such lovely colors like mustard yellow and a harish green. Yeah it was a great year for fashion.
But, I was in love with Motley Crue, Poison, Warrant, and Bon Jovi. My friend and I wanted to be rocker chicks. Not the sexy, high-heeled, skimpy shirt wearing rocker chicks because quite frankly neither one of us could have pulled that off. No, we wanted to look like skid row rocker chicks. On school photo day, which if memory serves me right, I forgot all about having photos. I went to school rockin in my friend's white, oversized t-shirt with holes and a pair of skin tight stretch denim jeans that zipped up the back and at the ankles.
The frizzy hair, high bangs, and metal mouth really completed the look.
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