Sister likes to joke that I haven't aged since I was 14. It's a fair statement. I looked old then, I look young now. Today I happened to catch my reflection in a glass door. My new haircut plus my new blue sweater from the men's sale section of banana republic have conspired to make me look identical to my eighth grade school photo. If I didn't pluck my eyebrows now, I'd be indistinguishable from the girl I was in 1997.