In all the World there is not one exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I choose it.

I own everything about me, my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions whether they be to others or to myself.

I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own all of my triumphs and successes, all of my failures and mistakes, because I own all of me.

I become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts.

I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me and other aspects 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 for 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 turned out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting and keep the rest and invest something new for that which is I discard.

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.