I've sort of done day 1, so I'll skip ahead a day.
Share photos and experiences from your Baby Bat days.
Oh dear.
Now, mind you all I've dropped 6-7 pants sizes since then, and insults are intolerable.
Let us share the very first BabyBat picture I have of myself.
The first photo not taken from the front |
If I remember correctly, I was wearing awful dark blue bootcut jeans, black low-top Converse with black/white checkered laces, a fluffy tail, not one but TWO Nightmare Before Christmas shirts layered together, a clip on tie, and snow-leopard clip-on ears. My hair was straightened and my eyes were kohled. Can you see the eye shadow? Nooo, because I didn't know how to use makeup and didn't use primer. To this day, I still won't wear makeup. I thought I was the height of Goth couture.
I don't remember what music I was listening to. I think I was vaguely interested in Kidneythieves and Velvet Acid Christ. Amazon recommended me to them after I rated all of Avril Lavigne's albums. She was the Goth idol of course.
This was sixth grade.
The first selfie |
The eyeshadow was a bit better, but it had just been applied shortly before. I also smeared it across another boy's eyelid after he showed disloyalty.
I do still have the coat, hat, and pants (now cut-offs). The amazing army-issue combat boots sadly did not grow as my feet did and had to be thrown away.
As tribute to my MallGothyness, I was heading to a mall.
The height of my BabyBat-ism |
It was Voltaire's first live performance in my state and he was my favorite Gawff musician. There was a velvet cloak that went with this outfit. Let's just list everything I was wearing. The top hat (Hot Topic), vest (thrift store), dress shirt (sleeves cut off with a fork moments before because of *insert state here* heat; thrift store), shorts (thrift store), socks (internet), combat boots (storage unit sale), gloves (Spencer's Gifts), armwarmers (bought hours before at convention Voiltaire was performing at) necklace and bracelet (Rue21), and white extensions (from the con as well). I'm sorry I typed so long. The makeup was, ironically enough, Halloween store black lipstick and too much eyeliner.
Anyway, Voltaire asked for volunteers to sing "When You're Evil" onstage with him. According to my step-sister (who has been cleverly edited out), a huge group of people pointed at me. I didn't know the lyrics, but no one noticed and I can't look at the pictures without wincing.
I knew you were all wondering when a picture like this would appear |
There you are. My treacherous fashion journey into Goth.
With a pit of shame and newly dyed-black-and-trimmed hair
Holy.lee.cow.
ReplyDeleteThose boots.
DUDE. I DIDN'T EVEN LOOK GOTH WHEN I WAS A BABYBAT! Be thankful.. in some ways :P
They were a Christmas present :)
DeleteI didn't look Goth as a BabyBat either, I just had some Gothy pieces.
Oh gawd, you should have seen my first Goth days ..
ReplyDeleteAnd those are killer boots o_o
I love seeing people's first Goth days! Post it post it post it!
DeleteThey are indeed killer boots ^_^ My friends call them Kitty Crushers.
Very cool :]
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