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A little stroll down memory lane

Me at 10: a shy girl whom everyone wanted to hang out with because she was too nice to say no (something that also somehow made people think it was okay to make me feel inferior to them).
Me at 13: a girl who didn't give a rat's ass about how she looked, how everyone else looked or any of that crap.
Me at 14: a girl who tried to look cool smoking, shoplifting, wearing lots of make up and revealing clothes.
Me at 15: a swedish girl who hung out with kids from other countries and imitated their gangstah way of speaking (without realizing, to my defence), listened to hip hop and wore hoodies all the time.
Me at 16: a girl who tried to fit in at her new school by dressing in cute outfits with necklaces that matched the shoes, etc, listened to indie and alternative rock and felt like she didn't belong.
Me at 17: a girl who had just toned her hair black and entered her emo days. For the first time in her teenage years she actually dared to stand out in a crowd. Went to her first real party (sadly), got her first boyfriend, and gained a whole lot of confidence.
Me at 18: a girl who had finally found who she really was, decided what she wanted to do with her life and what kind of look she felt confident in. Started dressing in darker colors, stopped doing weird things to her hair and grew up.

I've changed a lot over the years, but I've never gone through as many changes as I did between 2010 and 2012. Sometimes I find myself wondering where I'm going, but I've never once wished I knew the answer.