I asked you if I was smart enough.
I asked you if I was pretty enough.
I asked you if I was funny enough.
I asked you if I was serious enough.
I asked you if I was quiet enough.
I asked you if I was loud enough.
I asked you if I was enough.
I asked if my hair was right, my clothes, and the music I listen to.
I asked if you liked my friends and my family.
I asked if you liked my laugh and my sense of humor.
I asked if I did this right and I asked if I did that right.
For years, you never answered me and I took your silence as reproach.
I told you I could do better next time if I just knew what better meant to you.
Then, one day, I stopped asking you these questions and I started asking them of myself.
I was surprised to learn my answer was yes.
Then, I decided to flip the narrative.
I asked myself if you were smart enough.
I asked myself if you were pretty enough.
I asked myself if you were funny enough.
I asked myself if you were serious enough.
I asked myself if you were quiet enough.
I asked myself if you were loud enough.
I asked myself if you were enough
for me.
Then, I realized I didn't care if you liked my clothes, or my friends, or the music I listen to.
I didn't care if you liked my friends or family.
I didn't care if you liked my laugh or sense of humor
because I do.
I stopped listening to your silence. It does not own me. It does not control me.
It didn't matter if I did this right or that right because I am doing the best I can do.
I told you there would not be a next time with me
for you.
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