I always wondered why I couldn't be good enough, just for once. Good enough for myself.
Maybe it's because I think I need to be perfect in order to be loved. Maybe it's because I think I'm only deserving of love and acceptance and support if I'm perfect in every single way. Perfect in the way I look and speak and behave and listen and just in the way I am as a person.
But maybe that's not true. Maybe we don't need to be perfect to be liked by others. Maybe we just need to be ourselves and maybe that's enough.
When I think about the people I love I hardly think anyone of them is perfect. I don't know, maybe it's a personal opinion but I don't think that a human being can be perfect in every way. But I still love them. Or maybe I love them because they aren't perfect but just themselves.
I don't think anyone is able to be perfect so why do I keep expecting it from myself? Why do I want to be perfect so desperately in order to be loved?
We don't need to try harder for people who care so little. If it's the right person they will love us, even - or especially - when we're not perfect.
Because maybe being ourselves actually is enough.
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