I Am Enough ♥

I am enough. I have “I am enough” tatted on me because society made me believe I wasn’t. It is a testament of me stepping down from the ‘bury my issues’ ministry. I have been the chairwoman of the ‘smile-and-pretend to be okay’ ministry for a while. And your girl has served faithfully as a member of the ‘faking it’ committee. Through Wildflowers of Wisdom, I have found the strength to relinquish my positions in every committee that hinders my healing. The reality is I hated me. The reality is there are days I don’t get out of bed or leave my room because I don’t feel ENOUGH. The reality is: many days I am disgusted at the thought of all things about me. I am my own worst critic. If I look in the mirror long enough I can convince myself that everything about me is worthless. Many times, I have said “girl, you’re beautiful. You’re enough,” knowing full well I didn’t believe it. Too many times, I cried silently in my room and hurried to dry my tears before my mom walked in because I’d rather not try to explain it for her to not understand. I can’t even describe the feeling of crying out to God to just fix me. Literally pouring my heart out with the desire to just be okay; or the overwhelming sense of knowing I had to pull it together all by myself because no one around me even noticed that I was picking myself apart. Now as an adult, I’m doing the work to be whole. I am facing the hard parts to be the best version of me. My tattoo is a constant reminder for those days I still have where inferiority creeps back up and I can’t even utter my affirmations and all the things I know God thinks about me. I will shout from the rooftops until the day I die that I AM ENOUGH because I fought to believe that. I cried on the floor for the right. I cried out to God uncontrollably for that right. I’ve been in “fake love” for that right.I will proclaim that I’m enough for all the days I wallowed in the spirit of less than. I will profess it so that my future babies never have to experience what that feels like. I’ll declare it so that I can speak life into my younger siblings and cousins, so they will always know they are enough. This is my clapback for all the snide remarks I consistently get; for all the “why would you get that tatted on your chest? You should just know that you’re enough.” Sometimes it’s not enough to just know. Sometimes you need reassurance. You are enough!

Latressa ♥