Is what makes you you your interest in others, your excitement for a road trip, the enjoyment you get from a book? Or could it be the feeling of sickness in the pit of your stomach when making a decision, the way your eyes leak when you're drained, your craving for security?
Do you listen to your tired eyes, the cuts on your heels, the way you bit your lip? The goosebumps on your skin, your fashion-conscious streak, the ache in your heart? Or how about the unease in your speech, your tingling hands or the bass line of your running rhythm. Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum. Do you pay your dues to the exhaustion of attempts, the giggles before bed or the safety of monotony? Are you more you when you're lively, more you when you're stroppy, or more you when you're quiet?
What makes you you when the team that is your body, mind and soul speak in different tongues?