My sister and I remember a photograph of us in the bathroom, me sitting on the toilet as my mother painted my face, but none of us can find it and I suspect I might have thrown it away when angsty teenage me was mortified to discover a picture of myself getting false eyelashes drawn on while presumably pooping. Angsty teen me threw away a lot of stuff that I wish I’d been a little more careful with, including rationality, perspective, and my virginity.
