They say the past is in the past. That whoever you were two years ago doesn't matter right now. Because in this moment, you're exactly who you want to be. But the truth is that even if I cut my hair up to my shoulders, change my name and move five thousand miles away, I'll still be the same little girl who's frightened by her own reflection. The last time I sliced open my own skin was over six months ago but some days, I still can't help but think of ways I could hurt myself. People do change, but there is always that small part inside of them that knows who they once were, and how capable they are of becoming that person again.