When I look at old photos, I'm struck by how much I've changed. My appearance, my style, and even my attitude have all undergone significant transformations. At first, it can be unsettling to confront my past self, but it's also liberating. I realize that I've shed old skin, just like a butterfly emerges from its cocoon. Photographing my old self allows me to confront my past, acknowledge my progress, and appreciate the person I've become.