Sometimes I wonder if I would be a different person if my body were different. Sometimes I’m not sure what is my body and what is really, truly me. I mean, when you’re missing a chromosome, does that only change your body, or does it change who you really are? If I had a complete set of chromosomes, I know I would look a little different. Less odd, maybe. (No more FrankenChin.) I’d likely be able to have kids of my own one day. Would I still get obsessed about contests I’m not ready for? Probably. Would it be easier for me to talk to a friend whose grandma died, and would I be better at doing math homework in the hospital? Probably not.
I don’t really know. I don’t have all my chromosomes. All I have is me.