What I'm NOT has Nothing to do with What I AM

I'm not the KINDEST woman in the room.

I'm not the PRETTIEST woman in the room.

I'm not the STRONGEST woman in the room.

I'm not the SANEST woman in the room.

I'm not the MOST SUCCESSFUL woman in the room.

I'm not the FUNNIEST woman in the room.

I'm not the EASIEST woman in the room.

I'm not the MOST RESOURCED woman in the room.

I'm not the BEST woman in the room.

I'm not the woman who lets what I'm NOT, nullify all that I AM these days.

I've stopped dressing myself in the tattered rags of what I'm NOT in the inner rooms of my own mind.

Because when I'm alone...in the wilderness of my own sensual psyche;

I'm my kind of kind,

my kind of pretty,

my kind of strong,

my kind of sane,

my kind of success,

my kind of humor,

my kind of ease,

my kind of resources,

my kind of Woman.

I remind myself of this when I return to being a Woman in the room...

I remind myself to stay dressed in what I AM...

Because what I AM...

Is my kind...

of Enough.

I don't need to catch up to all the things I'm NOT, when in the wild, the wild of my heart whispers to me to stay true to the very kind...

of what...

I AM.

Enough.

Not because I exist as the "most" and the best, but because I exist and THIS existence I walk is the most and best I personally, am ever going to have access to in my purview.

So to diminish it because someone else has the most or better, and damn myself to hell for not-enoughness, is an existence of living life in my inner landscape in a room of a condemned building that feels less like home, than being free and unsheltered, among the trees where my kind of being...thrives.

I'm not the best.

But I am...

Enough.