you. what exactly makes you, you? the fact that everyone has their own specific dna? or the fact that you have an unique birthmark on your ankle?
"you make you"
what exactly does that mean? does that mean that my mom didn't birth me? that i birthed myself? or that i gave myself these looks? my voice? my hair color?
genes; a unit of heredity that is transferred from a parent to offspring and is held to determine some characteristic of the offspring
that is what makes you, you. without your mom and dad you wouldn't be here, literally. without your great grandmother and grandfather, you wouldn't be here.
who cares that your laugh is loud and obnoxious?
or that your hair isn't as long as your neighbors?
they did not contribute to making you, you.
so why should their opinion matter?
of course, everyone says this. but it's not as easy as it looks.
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