Hardness

We were all so young then.  It was only two and a half years ago, but it feels like more than a lifetime.  Everything's changed.  We no longer get along the way we did then because we've all changed as people and grown different.  Looking at that photo, I see so many things that are different.  Even physically, so much has changed, and not simply because of the wear and tear of time.

I lost a good deal of weight since then, true.  That's not what stands out most, though.  It's the lines of my face, which didn't change shape so much with the transformation.  By far the greatest difference is my features.  I smile less now, and when I do it's smaller, but it shows more in my eyes.  I only smile when I mean it, which wasn't the case back then.  Everything is sharper and harsher.  My eyes stand out more, I tilt my head differently when I look at people (or cameras).

My attitude toward things has changed and that's reflected in my appearance.  I don't dress radically differently, I haven't gotten tattoos or piercings to show for it, but nonetheless, there's a clear difference.  I don't miss the way it was.  Now that I think of it though, maybe that's just because of the other people in the photograph.  But no, I don't regret this change in myself.  For the most part, anyway, I like who I've become. That's good enough for me.