These Winters Have Been Cold

Today I noticed that throughout my life I have looked back at myself growing up and treated myself as different people. I have looked at it like each phase and each year was not me but someone else, that the person before no longer resides in the person of that time. I have only know realized what I have been doing and that I am in fact one person. These long slender hands that type are the same hands that were once tiny and pudgy, gripping onto the monkey bars. My eyes are the same that looked up at my mother for the first time, these teeth are the same that grew in so many years ago now, and these bones have grown from child to adult. I am body, one person, who has grown and and tried on different skin but is still the same underneath it all. I am still the same person I have always been.