Change

On three separate occasions, I was told that in the five years since high school, I haven't changed at all.

Physically, that is.

I haven't grown a single centimeter since first year high school. (I stopped growing after 5 feet.) And thanks to my unhealthy lifestyle (... the abnormal sleeping and eating pattern common to nursing and medical students...), I've managed to stay within 100-110 lbs, which happens to be my high school weight, as well.

Also, my fashion sense has only improved minimally. Which means I'm still the t-shirt-and-jeans girl I was way back then. Plus I've never really learned to use make-up. I'm guessing that these things help make me look a whole lot younger than I really am.

I'm actually flattered.

But then, the change (or the lack of it), is not only skin deep. I'm still pretty much the same girl who graduated in high school. More or less.

I still LOVE watching cartoons and japanese anime. I still love books. I still don't have a boyfriend. I'm still a fashion disaster. I'm still the simple girl who enjoys the simple things in life.

To say that I haven't changed at all may be a bit extreme. No change equals rigor mortis, after all. The four years of nursing and my one year of med school were not a total waste.

But I guess what I'm happy about is the fact that I've retained the good things I love about me.

And that's a good thing.