Okay, let's talk about that picture. Your first glance at MoMMY (other than my eyes).
Look! I had a neck!
I wore horizontal stripes!
I was wearing a SWEATER DRESS.
And yet? Not too bad. I think this explains the concept of youth really well.
And just think... not 6 months later I was wearing all black with black lipstick, eyeliner and nailpolish. And the pearl earrings in the picture? GONE.