It's been 10 years since I met Matthew. We were in the same unit in the army. I can't say I knew him well. So it was with a casual "how're things" that I greeted him. He was the groom's best man, and I was the photographer.
"Wow, you look very different," was his reply. "You used to be handsome."
I've never been one for good looks, either caring about them or even the knowledge that I possessed them. Even within myself I instinctively deny that I ever looked "handsome". But what I do know is that I look quite different today than I did only a few years ago.
For every ten people who suffer from hyper-thyroidism, nine are female. A few years ago I had the privilege of being number ten. It wasn't terrible, but hyperthyroidism left me with eyeballs that protruded out of my head. It's taken a year and half of rather intense medication to get it under control.
I don't look the same anymore. It doesn't matter to me. Not most of the time, anyway.

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