Enoughness: A Journey Of Self-Acceptance (Self Worth Poetry)

In a world that constantly tells us we need to be more, "Enoughness: A Journey of Self-Acceptance" captures the powerful journey of realizing we are already complete. The poem moves from a place of feeling “too much” in a world that wants us smaller to a moment of empowerment and a declaration of self-acceptance, a release from expectations, and a powerful reminder that we are worthy just as we are.

"Enoughness" inspires us to embrace our authenticity and stand tall in our own light, showing the world our true selves without fear. It’s a call to recognize our inherent worth and to celebrate the freedom that comes from self-acceptance.

Transcript

Too much.

You're just too much,

She said.

Too loud.

You're too loud,

He said.

Too many.

Too many questions,

Too many needs,

They said.

Too big.

Your body,

Your legs,

Your hips,

Too big,

I heard.

Over and over and over and over again.

Too loud.

You laugh too loud,

You talk too loud,

You are too loud,

They said.

Too smart.

You're too smart for your own good,

He said.

Too much.

You think too much,

You feel too much,

You ask too much,

Many said.

And one day,

One day,

I believed.

Eventually,

I believed the voices of my too muchness creeping into my head,

Crying myself to sleep.

And guilt.

I'd feel such guilt,

Such shame to speak,

To need,

To eat,

To succeed,

To be human.

So I tried.

I tried so hard to be smaller,

Quieter,

Less.

To repress the expansiveness of my expression.

To reject my natural aliveness for fear of rejection.

Fearing that I would not,

I could not,

And I did not belong.

I worried that at my centre,

At my core,

I was bad,

I was wrong,

And that I did not matter.

I feared that I would never,

And could never,

Be accepted,

Loved,

For who I was,

For who I am,

Without expectation.

And so shame.

Shame grew like a thorny weed everywhere,

Choking that which was beautiful and precious and special.

And I began,

I began to hide.

I began to hide my face,

My voice,

My needs,

My curves,

My vulnerability,

My soul.

And alongside the nightshade of shame,

Sadness,

Grief,

And anger began to grow,

Because somehow,

Because some fucking how,

Despite all of my attempts,

It did not seem to matter.

The voices followed me everywhere.

No matter my largeness,

Or my smallness,

My loudness,

Or my softness,

Or my too muchness,

I was never quite enough.

And no matter who I was,

Or what I changed,

Or who I tried to be,

To meet their standards and their expectations,

It was never enough.

But that,

My friends,

Ends now.

Because I've had enough.

Because I've had enough.

This is me.

And that,

Dear world,

Is enough for me.

Reviews

WOW! I love your spoken word art. I felt this one so deeply! You described my experience and my emotions too. I felt like you were being the courageous voice my inner child needed to hear so that she could say, “I choose permission to be me without apology.” Thank you for your work! This is exactly the encouragement I needed to help confront some social anxiety I have been dealing with in a conservative environment!

Loved this! Keep up the great work and happy early 40th birthday !!!❤️❤️❤️

Brilliant, thank you, " I am enough" ,I give myself permission to "be me".
Blessings 🙏 🌟

Not enough! I can never get too much of your brilliant poetry. Your words alway resonate. Love and blessings to you, dear one. 💕😘