I was at my parents’ house today moving some of my stuff back in and I came across an old photo album I kept from when I first started college. Some of the photos had captions and it’s funny how I could read them and see the lack of confidence I had back then. I was trying to be funny and sarcastic, but it just came across and slightly aggressive and insecure. But that’s the girl I was back then. 

The other thing I noticed was how different my face looked back then. I was a good bit thinner than I am now (if I had that body now I’d walk around naked ALL the time) but my face… it just looked different, and not good different. 

I’d always looked older as a teenager, mature for my age. But I found myself thinking that I looked rather unattractive at an age when I was supposed to be in full bloom. I rather prefer how I look now. I just found the whole thing odd cause I thought it was supposed to work the opposite way. Well fuck it, thank God for small mercies I guess.

Now if only my body would cooperate and get back to it’s former glory.

I guess you can’t have everything. Not at the same time at any rate.