maricris

I am Me. In all the wOrld, there is nO one else exactly like me. Everything that cOmes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chOse it -- I own everything abOut me: my bOdy, my feelings, my mOuth, my vOice, all my actiOns, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my Dreams, my Hopes, my Fears. I Own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the toOls to survive, to be clOse tO others, tO be prOductive, and to make sense and order out of the wOrld of peOple and things outside of me. I Own me, and therefOre, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”