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.