In all the world, there is no one exactly like me. 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,
whatever they may be – anger, joy, frustration, love, disappointment, excitement My mouth, and all the words that come out of it, polite, sweet or rough, correct or in-correct. My voice, loud or soft, and all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, and my fears. I own all 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 me in all my parts. I can then make it possible for all of me to work in my best interests. 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 or sound, whatever I say or do and whatever I think and feel at any given moment in time is me. This is authentic and represents where I am at that moment in time.
When I review later how I looked and sounded, what I said and did, and how I thought and felt, some parts may turn out to be unfitting. I can discard that which is unfitting, and keep that which proved fitting, 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 outside of me.
I own me, and therefore I can engineer me. I am me and I am okay being me.
© V. Satir, “A Goal of Living.”