Down Memory Lane

Yesterday I had the rare opportunity to watch a tape of me performing with my improv group in college. There I was- all liberal-arts'd out, with short choppy hair, baggy carpenters jeans, funky work-shirt, and all I could think was,

Why didn't anyone tell me I looked like such a dyke? Did the words, "form fitting clothes" ever make their way into my vocabulary? Don't get me wrong, I looked kinda cute, but I had a pretty good body back then that I never took the opportunity to show it off. Now I work to keep my figure this way, you know, the same way the celebs do- smaller portions, pilates and hikes with my dog, but back then it just came naturally with my diet of coffee and cigarettes.

Oh, and there were actually times while watching the video that I couldn't even tell if it was me or this boy in my group I kinda resembled. The quality was rather poor, but still.