I think maybe I know what you're getting at:
The way it seems to me is, the me I've ostensibly "become" is the only me that has ever been, only now she is unencumbered. She's thrown off that heavy shroud of pretending to be someone she could never really master. This "me" feels so comfortably the same and authentically correct, because of course I am the same. We could never become something we are not, that would be pretending, which is precisely the thing we wasted so many years trying to do.
May we live long lovely lives in the light!