Over myself

In primary school, I was shy. I was always the quiet and smart kid. Never really had a big group of friends just a few close friends and one really good friend. Life was plain and not much went on.
Around year four or five, life began to change.
I became a little louder, not as shy, but a lot fatter. So my personality improved but physically I went backwards. I was happy with the person I had become though, in those days no one really thought about being 'pretty'. We all had frizzy hair and bobs, no one knew what makeup was and we all had pimples, so you got judged on personality. Towards year 7 I turned into a wild child and thought that I would be cool enough for high school, I was smart, I liked to laugh and have fun and was friendly. When I came to year 8, I realised I was wrong.
Looks are pretty much everything.
In these past 4 years I have changed so much physically, but yet people still remember me, from their first impressions, the nerdy fat kid. And now that my looks are different, I think my personality is changing with it. I don't find the need to be eccentric, to run around wild and to laugh all the time. I like being conserved and just taking some time out. I'm kinda over people, turning a bit anti social maybe. But I'm over myself. I'm over looking in the mirror to see what I look like, I probably haven't changed since an hour, three hours, since this morning, I look the same as I did yesterday. I'm over taking photos - I used to believe in documenting everything and everyone paid me out, told me that I'm strange. Maybe I was just insecure wanting to hold onto the present and afraid of the future. The constant negativity from everyone around me doesn't help. It's made me uncertain of things. I don't even know what the real me is anymore. When you change yourself a few times you don't really know. When I go to uni I can have a brand new start - I can the quiet kid, the loud kid, the weird kid. Who knows.
This year I became close with someone and I think it was one of the best things I could of done. She hung out with us for a bit, my group rejected her and I went along with it. She went and joined a new group and didn't talk to me for a bit. This really hurt me and I realised that I had hurt her. I felt terrible, realised I could do this to a person, I didn't even know her. So I decided to stuff my group, follow my heart and get to know her. Turns out, I can talk to this girl about anything, shes in most of my classes, similar ambitions and we can always have a good laugh. I've realised there is no need to follow the crowd, to do what makes me happy. I don't know if she has a point to this story but she's changed me for the better. Help me come to terms with reality.
Or perhaps I've matured, gotten over msn and texting, gotten over eating fatty foods, gotten over fashion trends and spending lots of money, gotten over going out every weekend, gotten over taking photos, gotten over myself.