Clearly, it was justified.
(submitted by Edson)
“This was my photo for my dance recital when I was 11. They wanted us to wear stage makeup. I was mortified that I had to wear this costume, but then my mom pulls out her makeup bag and puts her makeup on me so my face took on a nice shade of brown.”
(submitted by April)
“My first day of Kindergarten 1985, not happy with my mother’s choice of outfit nor her insisting that I “smile or else”. Eventually she caved and let me change but not before forever immortalizing my disdain for ruffles.”
(submitted by Nicole)
“My dad thought 2-year-old me was strong enough to hang from the curtain rod while he takes a picture.”
“My mom loved to get professional photos taken of my siblings and me when we were kids. I hated it. I learned fairly quickly that if I complained or was fussy they would just keep going and ask me to be still or quiet. However, if I behaved perfectly and just made awful facial expressions the photos would end. This little gem is a product of my silent temper tantrums.”
Oh, and btw, this is Meg now.