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As mentioned before, this was the picture where I realised perhaps I had changed in other people's eyes. I was nearly 16, so in fact I had had my first boyfriend. But he fancied my sister. And anyway he finished with me. Sob.
My Dad came to find me when the holiday photos arrived (remember waiting for photos to come through the post?!) and shoved it under my nose quite angrily. "See!" he said, "Don't let me hear you saying that your sister got the looks again!" I was taken aback. To be fair to my Dad, he had always told me how beautiful I was, but Daddies say things like that whatever you look like.
Second pic is just to bring you a little further up to date. My 18th. The balloons and plastic bunting are so naff, and so unsuitable for an 18 year old. I loved them. I'd stayed over at a friend's the night before and when I came down the path and saw them and Mum & Dad jumped out of the door singing Happy Birthday I was made up. Cynical quasi-adult that I was, I needed reassuring that a woman could still be a daughter.
Have found some of my amazing changing hair colours over the years, whic I will post in a few days.
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