The feeling that you're the exception. The one who's body isn't made from skin and muscle. That underneath this protective layer are bones and tissue. That my brain is inside my skull, confined by my identity and comparable to every other female. Not to suggest that I am above or that I'm different, but that I don't feel scientific. I don't feel like my body can be predicted by an individual I've never met. I feel like I breathe real air that only soothes my being and not my components.