Relic from a past life. I’m a totally different person now. That thought is both scary and encouraging. I don’t like that I can change so much, it feels a little unsettling. I also feel such sympathy and pain for the woman I was when that first photo was taken. Like, I was so fucking lost. I still feel lost, but I’m also so proud of the person I am now. I have different flaws, different strengths, different hopes and dreams. I’m smarter, cooler, more exciting than I ever was before. It’s nice to reflect, I feel good.