I was disturbed by a comment from an old teacher of mine.

He hugged me, and thanked me for 'who I was,' and mentioned that I was the 'most complete' person he had ever met.

I was 12 or 13 years old when he was my teacher. I was scared, and lonely, and overwhelmed by how I processed the world. I was too skinny, I was insecure, and I was very, very sad.

Fast forward to now, and I am grateful. But if who I was was someone wonderful then, who am I now?