The bowl cut, the mismatched socks, the school photo where you blinked—these cringe gems unite us all. They’re not failures; they’re time capsules of glorious imperfection. In their awkwardness lies comfort: proof that everyone has a photo they’d burn if they could. Yet here they are—shared, laughed at, loved.
6th grade. Preps were the enemy and MCR was life.
I thought I was cute.
My husband was part of a metal band called “wounds of malice” when he was 13.
Uhhh, everyone was doing the duck lips thing at the time. Hard to believe my hair was ever this.
My bedroom door sign, age 14-15.
I had a lot of feelings back in 2009.
I was a diet emo kid because my mom wouldn’t let me dress how I truly wanted. I used markers for eyeliner.
This was probably like 2007-2008. I’m wearing the appropriate white belt w/ Hurley belt buckle and Hurley shirt.
I was 16 years old during 2020. The effects the COVID-19 quarantine had on me is very much apparent
I found my old photos that I thought were gone forever so now you have to see 'em too.
It was never a phase, I love being emo.
Peak 2010.
Anybody else go through a phase where you hated to smile for pictures?
I was very much in my Instagram/Tumblr famous era.
My emo years about 15 years ago.
I asked my sister to bring a chair and take this photo of 15 year old me by this “for sale” sign cuz I thought it would be deep or something.
Since we're sharing emo phases- me 2009. Was always the token black girl.
Me and my bestie executed this photoshoot with self timer because no one else in the world understood us.
16 year old me fronting my first band. I distinctly remember thinking "If I hold onto the mic stand while holding the mic in my other hand, I'm gonna look so cool."
“Promo shot” for my first band’s MySpace page. I was 16 and wore women’s clothing.