The day someone dares to tell me I am not good enough, I will not shrink, I will not stutter, and I certainly will not let their small opinion shake my significantly huge energy. Instead, I will stand taller, chin up, eyes locked, and I remind them with the sharpness of a diamond edge.
Not only am I good enough, darling, I am more than enough.
Good enough is a bare minimum. It is the entry-level ticket, the cheap seat, the basic standard. And I have never been the type to just scrape by or fold myself into someone else’s box of expectations. I am the deluxe edition, the limited release, the rare gem you cannot, you will not, find twice. To tell me I am not enough is to confess you cannot handle abundance when it is staring you dead in the face.
I refuse to apologize for taking up space, for being bold, for shining in ways that make some people squint. If my light blinds you, get shades. If my presence rattles you, that is not my problem, that is your weakness being exposed in real time.
So the next time someone tries to belittle me, I will smile, because I know what they are really saying is, “I cannot measure up to you.” And that, my dear, is not my fault, it is their limitation.
Because me? I am not here to be “good enough.” I am here to be unforgettable.
Good enough? Sweetheart, I left ‘good enough’ in the dust ages ago. I am the full-course meal, the dessert, and the champagne on the side.
You are most welcome.
