In the entire world, there is no one else exactly like me. There are persons who have some parts like me, but no one adds up exactly like me. Therefore, everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I alone chose it. I own everything it does; my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas. My eyes, including the images of all they should. My feelings, whatever they may be - anger, joy 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 may be to other or to myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own all my triumphs and