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Who is good enough?


Am I good enough? It is hard to know what the right way to be is. Are you too big, too tall or too short? Magazines constantly blurring societies’ visions, blurring their ability to see past things they may not like. Children are raised to hate their bodies, mothers’ teaching their children by example to hate themselves. Bulimia and anorexia start at younger and younger ages. What kind of progressive age is this? Smart, successful women incomplete without a man, feeling like there is something wrong with them if they are not taken by a certain time. This culture is wrong. There is hope. We are an army, an army of women, who will not feel bad about their bodies, who refuse to accept societies’ norms. We know that no one is perfect, that all bodies are different. Even models are not what they appear, with Photoshop and cosmetic surgeries nothing is real anymore and that is not life. God made you special and He loves you very much. You Are beautiful.
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