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Oh man.
You guys have hit the proverbial nail on the head.
Here's a little glimpse of what I was like (as a child, because hell, I was snipped when I was15 and childhood and early adolescence are all I really know):
- I had an extremely fast metabolism -- always one of the skinniest kids in the group with no real effort on my part.
- I was one of the fastest kids in school (whether it be timed tests or running, I was a speedy little thing. I wasn't really into sports because I thought that they were boring but I could consistently faster than my track friends at sprints even though I never did a lot of it -- I just had a naturally high athletic baseline level.)
- I had a penchant for memorizing song lyrics and movie quotes -- again, quickly. I was in several plays. Now I can't remember taglines to movies or lyrics to songs I play on repeat.
- I was "popular"- i had a number of people interested in dating me, and I had a large number of friends.
- I was a "last minute" person. I could do all of my major assignments last minute because a surge of adrenaline would push me through.
- I was the leader of my little social circle.
- I had a fighting mentality. I liked to debate and "stir the pot"; have arguments for arguments sake. I could be a real pissant and a real bitch sometimes, simply because I was such a fast talker and had some quick wit at my disposal. Everyone thought that I was going to be a lawyer.
- I was a long winded chatty-cathy. I loved, loved, LOVED to talk.
- I was a big-time reader and reading was effortless. I would go through several books a week out of my own volition. Now I do as well -- but I am an english major -- and I have to abuse x number of stimulants in order to get me through a book because the intensity level is simply not the same; and making the necessary sacchadic motion of the eyes is goddamn tiiiiiirrring.
- I was a big-time writer and writing was effortless -- the words just flowed. Now the words dribble out, piecemeal, like a leaky faucet. I can only really write on a computer because I need to constantly edit my thoughts, and on paper, my thinking/processing speed isn't quick enough to keep up with my hand.
- I felt everything intensely. So intensely, that I was prone to having panic attacks occasionally. I certainly was an anxious child. I cried a lot but I laughed a hell of a lot too -- laughed until I cried. I was really into world issues -- a member of animal rights groups, PETA, was a vegetarian since third grade, wanted to "save the world." Now, I'm more interested in the quality of my bowel movement and whether or not I need to add prunes to my diet or need to repark the car (because it took too much effort to park it the first time.)
- I was healthy. 'nuff said. My only problem was facial blushing and some allergies -- no asthma, etc. I had irritable bowel syndrome occasionally when I was really nervous -- a far cry from where I'm at now, where I am constantly constipated -- but that was the extent of my ailments. Just a red face and I couldn't pet cats.

In the looks department:
- Smooth, clear skin. I never had acne during those awkward teenage years. My friends were jealous of my skin. I never had to wash it or wear makeup. The only negative was the flush I would get when I blushed, but the texture was smooth and even and neither dry nor oily. Now, my face is deformed and destroyed. I have skin shedding off of it, large cystic acne, and smattering of scars. I wear light make up to cover it up, and it still looks like hell. The lack of sweating and moisture ensures that scars do not heal. My skin has an orange peel texture, with micro-fissures/wrinkles, that are visible from far away. I have the weathered look of an alcoholic or Mickey Rourke.
- FULL hair -- my hair was so thick and full and blonde that I had to put it in braids or struggle to tame it down. I bought hair products in the "ethnic" aisle because my hair was so large, voluminous, and at times, unruly. I literally had a mane of hair -- now, seven years later, about a third of it is left.
- Bright eyes- my eyes were almond sized, rather large, and bright. Now, my eyelids sag and are puffy -- and I look perpetually sketchy. Like a shady druggy.
- No dark circles under my eyes- now, I have dark circles around the periorbital region.

Emotions Now:
- my basic emotional spectrum is comprised of : asleep -- exhausted -- tired -- lack of energy -- annoyed -- awake; here, tired is an emotion because it is the only "feeling" that I usually experience, without the help of large amounts of coffee or other pharmaceuticals.
- I do not feel love. I simply can not feel love. I know that I "love" people because I should, and there are people that I am sad to see go, but I don't feel love.
- I used to feel very connected to the world -- i guess you would call it "spiritual." That part of me has died completely and only slightly re-emerges when I hit my inhaler.