Everything that comes out of me is
authentically mine, 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 thatpuzzle 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:)