Enough of not being Enough

She had few regrets in life,

Except for all the times

She looked in the mirror

And told herself she was

Not enough.

The mirror lied profusely 

To her. Telling her that her     

Stomach pushed out too 

Far in that shirt

or her size four jeans

Were several sizes away 

From a double zero.

The scale never lies

So she figured neither did

The mirror.

She was never attractive

Enough for that boy
Or anyone for that matter.

Never enough personality.

Never enough style.

It was only a matter of time

Before everyone left for
Something better.

Accomplishments never reached 

The peak of her expectations.

No matter how hard she worked

It was never enough for her.

There was always an ounce

Of improvement that could

Have been made. Perfectionism

is a monster.

Life is all about making changes.

One day, she looked in the mirror

And instead of listening to it

She told it to listen to her.

That day she discovered she was enough.

Her body was enough, her personality was enough,

She was enough for the people in her life, her accomplishments

Were enough, and most importantly her imperfections

Were nothing.