Something you see or hear over and over again when undergoing any form of self-transformation is that at the core of everything is a belief that we are not enough. This is what holds us back.
I get that. I REALLY get that. But I’m now only beginning to understand what that means for me, specifically. How I’ve come to believe that I am not enough.
Above all else, I think of the little girl who was told to “wait over there” while everyone huddled together whispering between themselves. Either it was about me, or yes, I wasn’t worthy of hearing it. Wasn’t cool enough, wasn’t popular enough, wasn’t fun enough. I can’t say which was true, but whichever way you look at it, it was pretty shit. I think of the middle child who was either not old enough or not young enough. I think of the person who everyone was happy to be around in private but who was often pushed aside for appearances sake in public.
No wonder I’m constantly trying to prove myself to the world and trying to please everyone, anything to not feel that way again. I know now, or at least I am constantly re-affirming, that I am enough. I can see how this was not a reflection on who I was, who I am and who I will be in the future but on the people who encounter me. I can now see each of those situations from a new perspective, I’m no longer the confused child trying to fit in, but a spectator offering gentle reassurance from afar.
I’m not writing this for anyone to feel bad for me but as a way for me to process these thoughts and to hopefully help someone else whose reading this. You are enough, no matter what anybody else says or thinks, or how badly they may treat you. You are worthy. You are enough.
“You are enough. You have nothing to prove to anyone.” – Maya Angelou