Sometimes, I forget who I used to be.
I remember how I felt when I weighed more. I remember stuff that went on in my head.
I remember all that but I forget what I looked like. I got rid of most photos from that time and never look at my high school yearbooks. Every photo from high school and early college on Facebook on college has been untagged. For a long time I didn’t want to see any of that.
Yesterday I shared a photo on instagram (amerrylife on there):
That’s from the night of one of the first parties I went to in college. I felt so terrible about myself (that’s after I had lost some weight/started getting healthier). All of these photos remind me of bad feelings and a bad time.
I don’t look at photos from that period of my life often, but maybe I should. I’ve never shared any before so I took a few quick iphone grabs to share.
Some things never change: I’m still friends with almost everyone pictured here, which is pretty cool.
Some things do change: I don’t feel like I’m the same person I was then at all, in any kind of way.