Am I worth it?

Am I worth it?

I think almost everyone has asked themselves this question at one point or another.

Am I worth this person’s time?
Am I worth the trouble?
Am I good enough to be cared about by someone else?
Am I worth loving even though I am not perfect?

Let me answer that for you – Damn right you are.

No one is perfect. I think people need reminding of this at times. Never in the entire history of the world has there been a single person that was perfect. And let me ruin the suspense for you now – there never will be.

Next time someone says something to make you feel less about yourself, tell them if they try to rain on your parade much more you are going to poke them with your umbrella – then move on.

Try not to hold grudges. I have been doing a lot of thinking on this lately and with the help of someone very special to me (and after having it spelled out to me) I have come to the conclusion that when you hold onto someone else’s negativity – it is hurting you far more than it hurts them.

Self doubts, self hatred, self loathing, etc all have one thing in common. Self. No one can make you feel something – you allow yourself to feel it. The problem with this is – it is so much easier to believe the bad things over the good. However, easier is not always better. So suck it up, buckle down, and prepare to work at it.

I have spent a good portion of my life hearing the following statement –

“You would be so beautiful, if…”

After hearing something over and over for so long, it becomes so easy to listen to that voice inside of yourself telling you they are right. Because when you say it to yourself often enough, you become numb to it and then hearing it from someone else is easier and less painful.

Recently though, I have had it explained to me – on many different occasions that I am beautiful just the way I am; emotionally as well as physically.

Am I perfect? Laughing. Not even close.

I have a big heart and sometimes I trust too easily and sometimes not enough. I am inclined to believe negativity rather than complimentary things because it is what I tell myself. Physically… Well that is a whole different journal entry that will be written at some point, I am sure. Let’s just say dissatisfaction is putting it lightly.

I have been working diligently to try to wrap my brain around the fact that while not being perfect I am worthy. I think I am succeeding, little by little, and I want everyone else out there that thinks similarly to realize it as well.

So in closing –

Are you perfect? No.

Are you worth it? Always.

Because you - every single one of you - are perfectly flawed miracles.