To those who will never be enough

Somewhere along the way, someone told her she would never be enough.

Never enough to be loved.

Not as she was...not as she could be.

Because she could never be enough.

There would always be some flaw that proved too much, insurmountable.

She couldn't blame them when they walked.

She knew. She wasn't enough.

Some lasted longer than others, but the end was always the same.

She was never enough.

What was it? What about her didn't add up?

She wasn't sure. And yet she knew all the same.

And she knew it would never matter how much she ever became, because it would never. be. enough.

It became her identity.

"Hi, my name is...and I'm never enough."

She longed for the day when one, at least one, redeeming quality would over shadow a flaw.

That day never came until....

....she decided she was enough for herself.

She knew she wasn't perfect. No one is.

And if that guy, or that teacher or that friend doesn't think she's enough, well, they are the ones who aren't enough for her.

But she was enough. She IS enough.