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I saw a couple of things like this floating around between instagram and twitter and I'm a sucker for bandwagons and drawing myself. Also I thought it'd be good practice drawing subtle age differences, so I used some reference images of my younger sister Julia and I for comparison. I always thought she grew infinitely prettier than me disturbingly fast ;a;

In conclusion:

Elementary school- the years of curls and sun-bleached blonde tips. My dad was a professional photographer, I looked like a goddess trapped in a child's body, and my sister had yet to learn how to smile like a normal person and talk without a lisp. We both wore big T-shirts and ran around barefoot whenever possible pretending to be mermaids or wolves and the like. From 3rd grade onward was when I felt like my cute was starting to fade into awkwardness.

Middle school- the years we don't like to talk about. I learned that side bangs weren't for me but had yet to figure out that I needed to ask for "chunky layers" and not simply "layered." My sister's hair was wild for another year or so before she chopped all of it off and donated it. I was a giraffe standing over a full head taller than all of my friends and struggling with acne, thick brows, a large nose, and braces. My sister had none of these problems.

High school- the years we thought we had it figured out. I started trying to wear things that made me feel alright but weren't so trendy as to be out of fashion just a year later. I started wearing a little pencil liner under my eyes and caking my face in coverup. My hair flattened out and got greasy if I didn't wash it every day. My sister became a fashion queen seemingly overnight. Sometimes I got her hand-me-downs.

College- the years of actually starting to feel good about myself. My wavy hair made a comeback. My skin cleared up considerably. I tried to adopt a NorCal appropriate wardrobe and started wearing liquid eyeliner. My sister still looks like a model next to me in every picture.

Description
I saw a couple of things like this floating around between instagram and twitter and I'm a sucker for bandwagons and drawing myself. Also I thought it'd be good practice drawing subtle age differences, so I used some reference images of my younger sister Julia and I for comparison. I always thought she grew infinitely prettier than me disturbingly fast ;a;

In conclusion:

Elementary school- the years of curls and sun-bleached blonde tips. My dad was a professional photographer, I looked like a goddess trapped in a child's body, and my sister had yet to learn how to smile like a normal person and talk without a lisp. We both wore big T-shirts and ran around barefoot whenever possible pretending to be mermaids or wolves and the like. From 3rd grade onward was when I felt like my cute was starting to fade into awkwardness.

Middle school- the years we don't like to talk about. I learned that side bangs weren't for me but had yet to figure out that I needed to ask for "chunky layers" and not simply "layered." My sister's hair was wild for another year or so before she chopped all of it off and donated it. I was a giraffe standing over a full head taller than all of my friends and struggling with acne, thick brows, a large nose, and braces. My sister had none of these problems.

High school- the years we thought we had it figured out. I started trying to wear things that made me feel alright but weren't so trendy as to be out of fashion just a year later. I started wearing a little pencil liner under my eyes and caking my face in coverup. My hair flattened out and got greasy if I didn't wash it every day. My sister became a fashion queen seemingly overnight. Sometimes I got her hand-me-downs.

College- the years of actually starting to feel good about myself. My wavy hair made a comeback. My skin cleared up considerably. I tried to adopt a NorCal appropriate wardrobe and started wearing liquid eyeliner. My sister still looks like a model next to me in every picture.