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Me, in part, is not me.
Some mornings, just after I wake up and I pass through the bathroom, I stop for a second and look in the mirror. As I stand there I think, I am who I am. Some of me is good, some of me could use some work, but the whole thing is one package, ever changing, and yet constant in structure. A single thing that can either be accepted or rejected. This is good and right.