I Am Me.

Something like 30 years ago, I typed out this poem by Virginia Satir on a manual type writer at Secretarial studies and here today it resurfaced into my hands to re-enforce a very important message on how unique we all are and how we are in control of our own self. Please have a read.I am me and I am okay.


In all the world, there is no-one like me,

there are persons whos parts are like me,

but no-one adds up exactly like me.

Therefore, everything that comes out of me is authentically mine

because I alone choose 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: no matter what they be:







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 fantasies,

my dreams,

my hope,

my fears.

I own all my triumphs and success,

All my failures and mistakes.

Because I own all of me,

I can become intimately acquainted with me

by doing so 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 interest

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 me.

However I look and sound,

whatever I say and do,

what ever I think and feel, at a moment in time is me.

This is authentic and represents where I am in that moment in time.

When I review later how I looked and sounded,

and how I though and felt some parts may turn out to be unfitting.

I can discard that which proved unfitting

and invent something for that 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.


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