I'm special. In all the world there is nobody like me.
Since the beginning of time there has never been another person like me. Nobody has my smile. Nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, my voice. I'm special.
In all of time there has been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever...
I'm the only one in all of creation who has set of abilities. Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I'm good at; but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings.
Through all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, walk, think, or do like me. I'm special! I'm rare!
And, as in all rarity, there is great value. Because of my great rare value, I need not attempt to imitate others. I will accept-yes, celebrate-my differences.
I'm special. And I'm beginning to realize it's no accident that I'm special. I'm beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else can do so well as I. Out of all the billions of applicants, only one is qualified, only one has the right combination of what it takes.
That one is me. BECAUSE I'M SPECIAL!!!!!!!!



In all the world, there is no one like me. There are persons who have some parts like me, but on one adds up exactly like me. I own everything about me.
I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, 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 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 and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a 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.
Author: Virgina Satir

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