I'm Not Aging. At All.

I've been going through a lot of old pictures lately and I came to the realization that I have not aged AT ALL. Well, that's not exactly true. When I was really little I had blond hair then it went totally dark and I looked the same as I do now but shorter (and I'm not tall). In sixth and seventh grade I resembled a totally different person, slightly pudgey, rockin' George Costanza glasses (so terrible) and a sunflower vest. Then eighth grade came and I looked like me when I was six except with highlights. Currently I look even more like I did when I was six somehow. It's strange. My young look was reaffirmed a few weeks ago when my cousin and I were buying Micheal Buble Bubbly (so awesome) and the liquor lady thought I was fifteen and that was a stretch. OH BROTHER. I'm sure all of this will be great when I'm in my eighties.

Also strange is that I did the exact same hand pose (alright, different hand) in pics when I was a legit baby that I do now. Some things never change...