Enough.
I am ENOUGH.
I am ENOUGH.
I've been told that I have a dull, boring style. I am the size that I am...no more, no less. I have wrinkles and skin where it shouldn't be. I don't have a 'thigh gap'. I have grey hair mixed in with a hundred other shades. My nose is crooked...and runs A-L-O-T. I have a nickel-size age spot on my right cheek. I have a double chin that sometimes looks like a triple. I'm short....sometimes squatty-looking. I don't tan, my skin is pale. My butt is big and flabby, my hips are wide. I cannot do a pushup or run a mile. I am often clumsy and uncoordinated.
So, the hell, What?
I am beautiful in my own quirky way. I am sincere, compassionate, generous, nurturing, and sometimes funny & witty. I am loyal. I am loving. My eyes are my best feature. I love to smile and make others smile. I love with my whole heart without any conditions. I am a great 'down home' cook and I can throw a party together with pretzel sticks and cheese-its! I pray for others and I thank God for my life every single day. I am a good friend (always could be better), a great Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Aunt....I have friends and loved ones that love me just the way that I am....right down to my grey underwear! I have a husband who loves me with each passing day.
I would not have any friends if I talked to them, or about them, the way I do about myself. I allow what others may perceive about me....think about me....feel about me....to cause me to loose sight of the beautiful unique person that my God made me to be. I am guilty of weaving critical words into a whole blanket that covers my thoughts, feels, sleep, self-esteem and worth. I shed tears of self-loathing because I don't feel 'enough'. When the truth is.... I am!
Damn it! I am ENOUGH.
Peace!
Just about wet my pants.