I am enough.

Or I want to be.

I’d like to be.

I want to be enough.

For everyone in my life.

It validates me to know that I am.

Or to be told that I am.

But that’s not how any of this works, is it?

We are never enough.

Be prettier.

Smarter.

In better shape.

And for good reason.

Pretty people have pretty partners.

The smart ones make the money.

If you’re in better shape you live a better life.

It’s not all toxic, but it tells us what we lack.

We are insufficient in some way.

Maybe it’s not about being better.

What if it was just about being enough?