My favorite movement. And who we are not.

You are not your body composition.

You are not your Squat PR.

You are not your tupper-ware.

You are not your marriage, your relationship, your lust.

You are not the people you love.

You are not the people you idolize.

You are not the people who love you.

You are not your children.

You are not your nationality.

You are not your family.

You are not your religion.

You are not your brokenness.

You are not your habits.

You are not your past.

You are not your future.

You are not the food you eat.

You are not the clothes you wear.

You are not the way you talk.

You are not your mistakes.

You are not your degree, your job, or your calling.

You are not even the skin you're in because that will fade too.

You are not yours.

You are not even your loneliness.

You are not your discontent.

You are not your anger.

You are not your goodness.

You are something far deeper, far more intricate, far more flighty, far more present, far more hard to pin down.

But you always are.