Enough

I woke up and stepped into the suite bathroom this morning. I took a look at myself in the mirror, saw my pale, make-up smudged face, my wild hair, and I told myself, "Hey. I'm enough."



Wait... where have I heard this feel-good nonsense lately?



A hallmate of mine was reading "The Rules", a guidebook for meeting and marrying Mr. Right and I curiously skimmed it the other day. The budding feminist in me bristled and ranted about it to anyone who would listen for the next hour or so. It's archaic! Women should be allowed to talk and think and be themselves and their worth should not be determined by whether or not they're married! And on I went...



And yet... here it is from "The Rules" website:



"Take care of yourself, take a bubble bath and build up your soul with positive slogans like "I am a beautiful woman. I am enough."



So there I was this morning, building up my soul with a positive slogan. I stepped into the shower, taking care of myself, and thought about everything from this past year...



... the nights when we talked for hours that dissolved into minutes, the incident with the two different shoes, the inside jokes, the birthdays, cards, emails, ims, the speaking in code, the glances exchanged at dinner, and every little moment that's meant anything...



That is what I can give. It's enough for me and it will be enough for someone, even if it isn't the boy next door.