When I was told my only option was a hysterectomy, I felt the grief of choice, the grief of loss, and the anxiety of a new beginning. Terrified of the way my body might change after the procedure, I later learned that it didn’t; from the outside, I look exactly the same. Underneath, I had confronted how my changing insides would influence my identity and ultimately discovering that who I am is more than the absence of one organ. My body of work is one woman’s journey to becoming more than the sum of her parts but rather an entire human with the unique pleasure of learning not just what makes us operate but also why. I hope that by sharing my journey, and inciting conversations about identity, others can confront what it is about them that makes them feel whole—maybe it is what is left after change that starts a journey for those that have yet to feel complete. Maybe, it’s the changes we experience that are the real beauty of life.