Letters of Love: 1999
Who was I in 1999? I don’t know. In the days before MySpace and Facebook and cell phones and Insta-everything we didn’t capture all our glory and post for the world to see in 1999. There aren’t any videos or well-posed filtered photos of me at 19. I don’t even know if “selfies” were a thing. But thanks to my bestest for digging through her personal archives, she texted me these photos from 99’- taken while we were in Spain when she came to visit me during my study abroad: These old photos that made me cringe, only momentarily, and then smile. The big, wide grin that transports you back to a time long ago, in a galaxy not so far away. I wondered why I was pale. I wondered if all of us gals had on shirts we’d bought from Zara- the one just near la Plaza Mayor. I wondered if Maria’s hair can still get that big and curly (can it, Maria?) I wondered why I always covered the freckles on my nose- in 1999 and today. I wondered where my eyebrows were (damn you, Gwen Stefani for making thin e
