What Makes You, You?

 
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Life throws you curve balls all the time and it has made me wonder what makes me, well me.

How I define myself is no longer by the fact that I have a boyfriend, not that it was the be all and end all of my life, but it was quite a significant part of my life.

I stopped being me. Something which I realise that I should never have stopped.

But I know what I like and don't like, but lately I have been finding out other things about me too.

What make me, me:

My laugh.
My stubborn nature.
My need to have everything right, or my way. I never admit defeat easily.
My brain, at times it really is awesome.
My blue eyes.
My freckles, every single one of them.
My degree and my line of work.
My moments of being sweet.
My smile, when I am talking about the children at work.
My tongue, which I can touch my nose with.
My humour.
My ability to play just like a child.
My love of books and movies.
My chatterbox nature.
My confidence.
My long legs.
My inability to sing.
My shopping addiction.
My optimism.
My morals and beliefs about life, love and everything else.

What makes you, you?

[this was scheduled last week before blogger had its little meltdown.]