What does that even mean? Who is the judge whether you’re good enough or not? Who gets to decide that?

I’m tired of living with that kind of pressure. I’m tired of looking in the mirror, seeing only flaws and shortcomings. I’m beautiful, and so are you.


I want that beautiful side of me to be the first thing I see when I look at myself. I want to know I’m good enough to do anything. I want to try and never be scared that I’ll fail. I want to think that I can and will.


I’m tired of comparing myself to everyone around me. Aren’t I, aren’t you, one of a kind?

I don’t want to happily walk down the street, satisfied with myself, only to lose that feeling by trying to compare myself to dozens of women walking by. We can’t all look or act the same; it wouldn’t be normal.


I don’t want to strive to look like someone else. That doesn’t define me as good or not good enough.

I am who I am, and I want to be proud of it. I want to be proud that my nose is slightly irregular or that my arms are freckled. I want to be proud of all of my “shortcomings” because they are mine and no one else’s.


There is no one out there like me. There is no one out there like you.

I want to shut down that voice inside of me that is telling me I have to change if I want to be accepted. So what if someone doesn’t accept me? So what if someone thinks that my cheek bones aren’t high enough?

I’m done with that feeling. I tired of trying to be something that I’m not because that is exactly what makes me unhappy. Instead, I want to accept myself and for the first time in my life really realize that I am and always will be good enough!


I’m tired of feeling like a piece of shit.


I’m done with my bad days chaining me to bed. I’m done with not feeling GOOD ENOUGH to get out of the bed in the morning.

I’m done with feeling slightly better and calling it a good day, just because I managed to get out of bed and put a ton of makeup to cover the dark circles around my eyes—including that fake smile so people don’t bother me with a question about why am I so blue?

I’m tired of trying to find the man of my dreams just because my time has come, and I’m old enough to have children.

I haven’t found the right one. I’m not a mom, and I haven’t accomplished anything I should have—considering how old I am and considering that others around me have all of that already.

Fuck others! I’m not them and neither are you!

My goals are not the same as everyone else’s, and that doesn’t mean I’m not good enough!


I’m tired of accepting any kind of love.

When I fall in love, I want my legs to numb and my heart to race at an enormous rate. I want to be lost and confused with love. I want to be hopelessly in love. I don’t want to settle for something that is way less than I deserve.

Being single is what I need right now because I’m still not ready to let someone into my life. I’m still just starting to realize how much I am truly worth.

I don’t need a love that I have to chase. I don’t want to beg for attention because I deserve to be swept off of my feet. I deserve a kind of love that feels like home.


I’m tired of only dreaming and never doing.

My dreams are on hold because I’m too scared to do something about them. I’m too scared to try because I think I’m going to fail.

I’m tired of putting up with my irrational fears just because someone told me a long time ago that I can’t, that I’m not good enough.

Again, what is good enough? Who is anyone to tell me what I can and cannot do.

I’m tired of thinking that I’m not talented, that I can’t do what I want to do. I’m tired of only dreaming and never turning those dreams into reality.


I’m tired of feeling like I have to please everyone.

Not everyone has to like me. My flaws and my quirks are a part of me, and if someone doesn’t like it, I shouldn’t care, and I promise you I won’t.

My personality is something that I am, and there is no one in this world who has the right to tell me that I’m not right, that I don’t fit in.

I’m tired of making people like me. I want to be me. For that I’m way more than just good enough! And so are you.

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