enough.

Enough.

It has taken me years to understand that I am enough.

We as women are so concerned with being more and better.  How often have we  felt the need to be a better mother, a better friend, a better person, thinner, happier, funnier. It becomes all consuming and depressing.  It eats away at self confidence and makes us feel nothing but less than.

This past year has been a journey for me.  A journey to love myself and love the person I am.  Does that mean I don't need to grow?  Absolutely not.  It means that I meet myself where I am, accept it and move on to a better place.  I can embrace the journey, the bumps and the road blocks in my way and still feel powerful and be who I am at that moment.  If I don't accept myself, how can I expect anyone else to?  Confidence doesn't mean that we are perfect, it means we are who we are at that moment and that is ok.  It is more than ok, it is fabulous and real and beautiful.

Coming to grips with being enough has been a liberating experience.  Knowing that changes can be made and can improve upon current situations is far easier when you love yourself.   Who wants to move forward and make changes when you hate everything?  It is self defeating and much harder to climb out of that hole than to start from a place of acceptance.

It has not been easy but it has been worth it.  Figuring out that I AM ENOUGH has been the impetus to move forward and better myself.