I am me.
In all the world, there is no one exactly like me.
There are persons who have some parts like me,
But no one acts exactly like me.
Therefore, everything that comes out of me is automatically mine
because I alone chose it.
I own everything about me —-
my body, including everything it does,
my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas,
my eyes, including the images of all they behold,
my feelings, whatever they may be —-
anger, joy, frustration, love, disappointment, excitement —-
my mouth, and all the words that come out of it,
polite, sweet or rough, correct or incorrect,
my voice, loud or soft,
and all my actions, whether they be to others or myself.
I own my own fantasies,
my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own all 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 me in all my parts.
I can then make it possible for all of me
to work in my best interests.
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 the solutions to the puzzles,
and for ways to find out more about myself.
However I look and sound,
whatever I say and do,
whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time
is authentically me.
if 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.