I'm not my new hair cut.

I'm not my religion.

I'm not my past or my future. 

And the meds I pop daily? Nope, not that.

I'm not my full thighs and gainly butt.

I'm not the drink in my hand.

I'm not the year of therapy I just finished.

I'm not my education or this blog.

I'm not my children's mother, my husbands wife or anyones friend.

The only thing I really am is the awareness of what I am not. 

Damn that feels good.