You’re not enough?
Let me ask that again,
you…think you’re not enough?
Who in their right mind made you believe?
To what are you not?
Since when did that thought creep?
Since those curious fingers wrapped around the magazine
With every fiber in you, eager to hold what’s inside
Only to find doubt and shame
Never realizing that beauty was not contained in a definition
That worth was who you were, not the thought of it.
Oh, well honey!
You are magnificent
With no need for pages to tell you what you should be doing.
You are a work in progress
Wrapped in stories of hurt and love and triumph.
Adds up to the space you consume
And the ideas in your head.