Enough

 

My favorite poet Rudy Francisco once wrote, “I sat inside a room with nothing in it and realized it was still full. This is when I knew I was enough.”.  

How I learned I was enough was a rough journey.

I learned I was enough by self-advocating for myself. I stood up to sexist men who told me I was a woman, and it was my job to stay at home, not go to school.

I learned that I could more than what a woman “should” be.

I learned to not constrict myself in a box of what a woman “should” be.

How is my room full?

I allow myself to feel my emotions including anger.

I allow myself to fall out of the role of a nurturer. I am the authority.

I enjoy being in the work force.

I enjoy speaking my mind in public and when I am asked.

I enjoy learning and researching.

I will not be confined to the box of what “womanhood” should be laid out by society.