strength beyond numbers
Not what I identify as. What I identify with. What I speak to and what speaks back to me.
We say it's not a choice, and it isn't. But the realization - the active realization, hard-won and grueling, leaving us pink-cheeked or ashen on the other side - is a process we undertake in some level of willingness, when we turn to our friends and declare, this is what I am. This is where I belong. This is how I can, and I will, describe myself. Nothing else matters. Nothing else can possibly fit.
This is me.