Change

Not a piggy face anymore.

As things (and people) grow they go through different stages. 
Look different, act different.
Have different needs, enjoy different things.
Meet different needs, appeal to different groups.

None of us is the same person we were 23 years ago. No entirely.

We carry the scars of past encounters. 
Some with pride, some with shame.
But they are part of who we are.
Made us better or bitter
Provide peepholes past the outer layers.

To be appreciated and respected