Clarissa's Blog

At the conference, I met somebody I used to know quite well at my previous university and she didn’t recognize me.

“Emily, don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Clarissa,” I said.

“Oh God!” Emily exclaimed. “You look like a completely  different person!”

“Yes, I cut my hair,” I explained.

“No, this isn’t it,” said Emily pensively. “You just look so . . . happy.”

It’s true that when Emily knew me, I was mopey, miserable, and indifferent. I had no idea one’s state of mind changed one’s appearance so much, though.