i am enough.

I am enough.
Wrap the words around me like a blanket. 

I am enough. 
I am enough.
I am enough.

Held tall and strong by scarred feet and cellulite-marked thighs.
I am enough.

Cushioned by the softness in my waist and the curves of my hips.
I am enough.

Like rings in a tree, my acne-pocked cheeks tell a story of experience and time.
I am enough.

The broken bits are my edge.
The soft spaces the place where others find rest.
I am enough.

My mantra is love and light and joy.
I am enough.
More than enough.

I am enough. 

And so are you.

Kate McCarthyComment