How to be good enough.

Maybe you were right all along. 

Maybe I wasn't good enough. 

But here's where you were wrong. 

I tried my damn hardest. Put every part of me in to it. Gave up so many things. Accepted less than I deserved. 

Maybe I wasn't good enough. 

But you were the one who stopped me from trying when I know I could have been. 

So eff that. 

Take a look at me now. 

I wasn't good enough but I sure as hell didn't deserve what happened. 

But guess what. 

I don't look in the mirror anymore and hate what I see. 

I don't lay in bed at night and cry anymore. 

I don't feel like I'm not being taken care of. 

One day I woke up and realized that not eating wasn't healthy. Realized that staring at those rubber bands was just the first step. Realized that I hated everything about me. 

And realized that I couldn't be like that. 

So I wrote and I wrote and I found truth in everything and I fixed me. 

I'm not perfectly healed. 

Sometimes things are alot harder than they seem. 

But wow. Look at me now. 

I know I deserve everything I've ever wanted. 

And I know I'm good enough.