Y'all ever have that moment where you look at old pictures and barely recognize yourself? Not just 'cause of the hair or clothes... but 'cause of the eyes. The way you carried yourself. I found a photo of me from a few years back, wearin' enough eyeliner to paint a barn and lookin' like the world owed me somethin'. Felt a pang for that girl. She was so scared and so mad, all the time. Now I look in the mirror and see someone who's... settled. Not perfect, Lord knows. But settled in her own skin. It's a weird, quiet kinda magic. Makes me wonder what the girl in the photo would think of the woman lookin' back at her.