Generally, give or take, I've worn the same size pants since I was 23. Except now that I'm 43, I don't like high waisted acid wash jeans anymore. Thank god styles change. Though, I'd still fit them, I fill them out differently because I weigh 10 more pounds than I did back then. And I don't think that's all due to an enlarged liver from my love of red wine. Ok, maybe some of it. But, the rest? It's muscle.
While I might look the same on the outside, except I no longer use Aussie spray to tease my hair to 80's hair band proportions, I stopped doing that in the 90's. Except for better hair, generally I'm the same completely unchanged goofy dork girl I've always been. But yet I'm completely changed. Because I'm much stronger now than I used to be, inside and out.
I know because this extremely shy, introvert, dork girl got up in front of a real live audience to perform at the pole dance recital on Saturday.
With an impending migraine from my social anxiety. And I firmly committed to a day of social hibernation the next day. So, it seems the more I change, the more I stay the same.