Day 2 – Share photos and experiences from your Baby Bat days
I don't have many photos with me. I am sure my parents do, but they also live over 200 miles away.
This is me in 1990. This was probably one of the last times I was myself until about late 2001. I ended up getting involved with an asshole who didn't like my dark ways. And I was young and stupid, so I tried to become someone I wasn't. I repressed my gothiness and was miserable.
Slowly, over the 10 years I was with that jerk, bits of the real me started coming back out. I did manage to go see some bands I liked, and still had my fun colored wigs hidden away. And when I could, I would sneak to the goth club, but it was few and far between.
After that relationship disintegrated, I started being myself again. I was able to the goth club regularly. I could openly listen to my music. And I was able to get rid of all the awful Stepford clothing I wore to make that asshole happy. Black infiltrated my wardrobe and I couldn't have been happier!