My ever changing face...

Not that I am overly vain, but I took upon an evening with a leisurely stroll through my Facebook profile pictures, only by skipping through time in this way was it evident that I tend to change my 'look' quite often.

Yet throughout all my changes, there is always one visible consistency. Something that affected by childhood to such an extremity, that it has been a part of my day to day life ever since. Scarred, quite literary, by its hunger for my innocence, a hunger which I was all to eager to satisfy. And whilst it clings to life in this modern age, but a whisper of it's former might, it will echo in the memories of the many lives it claimed, visible by the branding it left behind...