The One Who Loves You the Most

I have never felt like I belonged to my body. Never in the way rhythm belongs to a song or waves belong to an ocean. It seems like most people figure out where they belong by knowing where they came from. When they look in the mirror, they see their family in their eyes, in their sharp jawlines, in the texture of their hair. When they look at family photos, they see faces of people who look like them. They see faces of people who they'll look like in the future. For me, I only have my imaginatio