I'm 15.
And when i see pictures of me 7 years prior to now, I don't see the weight or height difference. But what bothers me, is the difference of self love and self respect I had for myself. That now at this moment, i can relate more to self destruction than to self respect. More to self hate than to self love. That now i see myself as a 15 year old broken, completely damaged girl who still has the potential to live in this world of monsters.
And who knows hope exists and depression has basically no age.
What difference i see, is that
I hardly knew what it was like to cry for broken hearts and broken friendships.
I used to cry for toys and crayons. And this age taught me that broken crayons still colour and happiness is not so easy to be earned.
What difference i see is that at that time 7 years back, you hardly knew what words can do and now, words hit harder than knives.
It's hard in here.
But hope exists.