My Name Is Oona ★★★★

I can't even wrap my brain around the utter mindfuck that is growing a life inside of you, recognizing it as a part of yourself, then after they become a living blob with no agency they're suddenly conscious of their own sense of identity. They're you, but they aren't. They're now a fully-formed 'not you.'

Who is this new human I love to death?

H̶̙͖́͝e̷̜̐͒̿͆ŗ̸̻̱͇̂̀̉ ̷͚̩̈́͘̕N̵̰͉̓̓ǎ̷͉̥m̴̗̤͍͌ȅ̸͍̹͕̉͒ ̴͎̬̝̪͠i̵͇̱̊s̷̡̫̦͎̾ ̵̘̖̀̔͗̈́Ȯ̷̠͛̅́ͅö̷̯́̑͑ͅǹ̶͈̙̺̻͠a̵̻͕̗͉͋̔͝.