Today it’s my 21st birthday. I haven’t been this excited about my birthday since I turned thirteen, and already I’m having the most amazing day. I’ve survived twenty one years on this planet so far, and that’s pretty something. Now I’m finally a proper real life adult! In celebration of this milestone, I thought I’d take you guys for a trip down memory lane. Thus, I present to you, Beth through the ages.
The early years
Above is a picture of me on my fourth birthday. Look at those cellophane earflaps.
This is one of the earliest photos I could find. I think I’m about 5 or 6. Clearly my sense of fashion blossomed at a young age.
I went to see WoW (World of Wearableart) in Wellington that year. It was pretty great. Probably the earliest non-awkward photo of me that exists.
Then there’s this gem. I always had the most macabre hair for crazy hair day at school.
2007 was the year of bad hair decisions. Dat sidefringe doe.
I started high school and met some people I’m still good friends with today. The reign of the sidefringe continued, to be put to death later that year.
I have no idea of the context of this photo, but it fits the bill of being both awkward and embarrassing.
In 2009 I sported the blunt fringe + bob cut combo,
wore a lot of eyeliner,
and edited my selfies really really badly.
This also happened, apparently.
This was at some house sporting event – athletics, I think.
Here I am at the farmers market. What even is that aesthetic.
In 2010 I learned how to take webcam selfies. But I wasn’t very good at it.
Pretty sure this was on my seventeenth birthday??? Lookin’ hawt.
This was the year I did NCEA Level 2 Art. Art sounds like a pissaround subject, but I’d never devoted so much of my time, blood, sweat and tears to one thing before.
I also started learning to drive. Check out this sick af Legacy I drove.
I tried. (Wish I could remember why this photo happened.)
2012 was one of my favourite years. It was my last year of high school, so I got to wear a special uniform and have badges and jewellery and, most exciting of all, pants!!! Also I got to study amazing topics such as Tudor-Stuart England in history, which was where my love of early modern history was born. I really loved year thirteen.
I went to the school cabaret and got to spend an evening with lots and lots of very attractive people (I’m the far right, in the dark blue dress, obviously).
I grew my hair long.
Then I cut it all off.
I was made a house leader in year thirteen, and I was very very bad at it. This photo was taken after some house event where we were supposed to have red war stripes on our faces; I opted for a moustache instead, and got in trouble for it. I refused to take it off, though. Pick your battles.
I learnt how to do my makeup, but not how to control my unruly hair.
I got awarded this cup for writing at the end-of-year prizegiving. It was pretty cool.
I went to university in Wellington, and spent the year living in a hall of residence, where I made friends with many wonderful human beings.
Phil (my neighbour-but-one in the halls) and I discovered we were born on the same day. Here’s us celebrating our nineteenth birthday together.
I discovered alcohol. This was also the year I received two medical diagnoses: IBS and anxiety. Yaaaaas.
I went to Armageddon with this adorable human (and a bunch of other adorable humans). Check that sexy rubbish bin in the background.
We balled so hard.
And this was the year I got a smartphone, and my selfie game went next level.
This was a weird year – a strange mix of the really good and the really bad. I struggled a lot with my anxiety and panic attacks, but kept it largely to myself.
Phil and I turned 20.
I got drunk a lot to cope with my anxiety, and took many embarrassing selfies. Hashtag noragrets. (Hashtag someragrets. A lot of ragrets, actually, but I learned from it. Yay learning!)
I won the Novice Writer category of the BNZ Literary Awards – one of the best things to happen to me in 2014. Even now looking back on it, the whole thing seems so amazingly surreal. To be 20 years old and win that award was just unbelievable for me. I was very proud of myself.
I voted in a general election for the first time. Another very very exciting experience.
And the year ended on a high note: I finally saw a doctor, got on medication, and was well and truly on the way to recovery by the time 2014 drew to a close.
And here’s me in 2015: happy as a clam for the most part, and my webcam selfie game has even improved a little bit. I hope you found this as enjoyable and amusing to look through as I did piecing it together. Have a great Sunday!