About two years ago my brother-in-law got his hands on one of my photo albums, where I put miscellaneous pictures that I don’t know what else to do with. He was casually rummaging through the pages commenting here and there, until he stopped on one picture in particular, and proceeded to burst out into hysterical laughter. I said, “What? What are you laughing at? Show me!” He pulled the picture out of the photo jacket and there it was. The. Most. Awkward. Picture. Of. Me. Ever. “I knew I should have destroyed this when I had the chance!” I said, slipping it back into its place in the album and closing it shut.
Rewind a few months earlier to when my mother was having discovery of her own. She found the same infamous picture at my family’s home back in Michigan while cleaning out the garage. The day she found it, she called to inform me of her finding. When I answered the phone and said, “Hello?” All I heard on the other end was my mother’s laughter. “What?” I asked, “What is so funny?” When my mom finally stopped laughing she said, “I found the funniest picture of you ever!” I asked her to describe the picture to me, and once she mentioned the mustard colored B.U.M. Equipment sweatshirt I was wearing in it (which by the way was a staple in my wardrobe at age 9), I knew exactly what picture she was talking about. I told her I wanted to see it for myself, so she mailed it to me.
The day it came in the mail, I opened the envelope and pulled out the picture, and I couldn’t help it, I started laughing, too. “Had I really been that awkward?!” I asked myself. Later that night I showed it to Matt and he said, “Ha! You still make that face!” I snatched it back from him, to get a closer look. “I do?” I asked, analyzing it. “No way.” I held the picture out, tilting my head to the side, as if it might help me see myself hidden somewhere in my nine-year old body more clearly. “I’m going to destroy this thing,” I suddenly said at once, ready to tear it in half. “No, you can’t. Those are memories,” Matt said. As I flipped the picture over, and saw my late grandfather’s handwriting, I thought better of it, and decided to not make the rip. Not knowing what else to do with it, I stuck it behind another picture in my photo album and forgot about it. That is, until it was uncovered a few months later.
So, what do you do with your most awkward picture ever? I can’t necessarily destroy the thing, it wouldn’t be right, and it’s bound to be discovered again…and again…
At this point, the only thing I see fitting is to own this picture, and my awkwardness, and everything else that was inelegant about my most clumsy years.
Yes, I’ve decided to unveil it.
Drum roll, please.
So, there you have it…my most awkward picture ever.
C’mon you all were awkward, too, right?
Photos by awkwardme.com.