Vanity=Self Confidence?

I'm a vain person. I've got to be honest with you all- I'm an incredibly vain person. I spend time working on how I look, when I care. (Weekday mornings do not count. I'm barely even human then- more zombie than human.) And it's because I like getting compliments, I like it when people look at me for just that nanosecond longer as I walk down the street, I like feeling pretty. And I do feel pretty most of the time- not to be narcissistic (vanity=/=narcissism) but I honestly believe that I am a really pretty girl. But when someone points that out, or tells me I look beautiful, I just... I love it. And honestly, who wouldn't?

So I went back to my old middle school today. (That last paragraph was relevant, I promise... just stick with it a little.) Me and a bunch of other people who went to that middle school who now all go to my high school... we went back to talk about our high school (go HSAS!) and tell the 8th graders why they should go there. And I was so very awkward in middle school. In a way, I'm glad none of the students there remember me- I barely want anyone to remember how I was then. But I was just... so awkward- practically mute, thinking I had real friends there when for the most part I didn't (Wesley, Tori... I love you guys!!), and with such terrible fashion sense... it was just so bad. Who I am now hates who I was then.

So to go back to Center School (my middle school), and have the teachers there look at me blankly, not recognize me and look away, then do a double take and go all "...Is that you?? You... you look so... you look good!!" Yeah, that's pretty sweet.