Tag: body, identity, life, philosophical

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me. (…) But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? (…) I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. (…)I let it define me, but I can’t even define it.