Undoubtedly, I am my own worst enemy. I continually underestimate my capability, and no matter what I’ve achieved, it is never enough. I am a perfectionist, and it rears its ugly head just when I need it the least. The sad thing is, this article left me wondering what I would have accomplished if I felt I could try new things as a child, particularly when it came to sports and anything physical. Once I entered kindergarten, students went out of their way to never let me forget that my body was different. Always the last chosen for teams in gym class, I soon stopped caring or trying. It saddens me that every day, children are told that they are not enough, that they shouldn’t even try.
Right now, I need more courage than ever. I know I have it within me to create the life I am meant to live. The issue becomes how to get out of my own way. I am my own worst enemy, and it needs to stop. Now. Those voices of those classmates, so intent on pointing out every single physical flaw, still play in a constant loop in my head from time to time. It is the nagging little voice that tells me that I am not pretty enough, that if it involves anything physical, I will fail. It tells me that I am unworthy of love. It never ends. I have to constantly prove my own worth to myself. Enough is enough.