Monday, February 9, 2009

Exactly the same

This weekend I went to a child's birthday party and another one of the moms came up to me. She recognized me from elementary school! "You haven't changed at all! You look exactly the same!"

I suppose at 35 I should be thankful that someone I played hopscotch at recess with when we were 6 still recognizes me, but I'm not completely sold on the idea. I mean, do I really want to look the same as I did in the late 70s when I had an affinity for plaid bell-bottomed pants and pigtails? Do I still look the same as I did in the 80s when I was rockin' blue mascara and hot pink leggings? And in jr. high, when I was perming my hair and trying to rat out sky-high bangs?

I've been feeling a little melancholy lately after joining the Facebook ranks. While my high school pals have moved across the country, are happily married with children and living the life of the stay-at-home-mom, I still feel stuck in the same place I've been since I was born. Perhaps it's showing on the outside too?

I stared at this other woman, trying to place her and was unable to see what she looked like as a kindergartener, middle-schooler, high-schooler. How was this woman able to look at me and see me exactly the same as when we were 5? Has my face changed so little over the years? If I look the same, perhaps it's time to mix things up a bit. I don't really look the same after all, I certainly don't wear blue mascara anymore and I haven't permed my hair since I was 16. I think I'll just take "you look the same" as a compliment to my good skincare routine!

Little old me at 4 years old:


Kate said...

You were beautiful then, you're beautiful now!

Sonja said...

your son looks just like you!