Dear VSCO girls,
We were once you. Yes. Us old ladies. We started all this.
See, what you don’t know is we used shop at Limited Too. We had pleather pants. We had body glitter for days. We had the lip gloss in every soda flavor. We wore so much glitter it looked like Guy Diamond imploded every where we went.
We wore chokers. But, we were a bit more clever. See if you take pantyhose and cut the legs—BAM 💥 CHOKER.
We would reek of juniper breeze, country apple, cucumber melon, and sun-kissed raspberries.
We had scrunchies. Oh, did we have scrunchies. Every single color.
But, we had butterfly clips. And if you didn’t wear them all the way around the front of your high ponytail after using your mama’s hot rollers, what were you doing with your life?
Also, we had Birkenstocks. Like, the originals. That made your feet smell like you had been on Naked and Afraid and the only thing they gave you was some Birkenstocks with no socks.
So to all my mamas who were the VSCO before it was cool, drink you a glass of wine, chase yo’ wild kids, and bump to yo’ *NSYNC in yo’ party bus.
Save the turtles? How about talk to the hand cause the face ain’t listening.
Also, let’s not forget our hair crimpers. And straight hair with just curling the top pieces and pulling a straight hair through.
Oh, and the basket weave braid. With little jewels in the rubber bands.
All the sssk sssk I oop ooop- Get that neck.