Pictures are a bit like a memory when we can objectively view another person, but our relationship with our past selves is a bit different. We have an “identity crisis” when we see past images of ourselves; we gaze at what was, who we were, and our connection with this former version we are informing our current self, it is a growth notch etched into the doorframes of our persona. Am I still that silly child? Have I outgrown that “awkward stage”? I can’t believe I was in a relationship with them! I wish I could just mold my body like clay. Why did I wear that outfit! These all question the…