I'm
OK.
Or...
At
least I think I am.
But
of course I am!
Well,
wait. If I'm OK, and if I really
believe that I'm OK, would it matter that
much to me what they think about me? Or
would I be worrying this much about failing
or tripping or making a fool of myself?
If I believe that I'm OK would I have the
job I do or have the relationship I have?
If
I really believe that I'm OK...would I
be holding back like I am in love and
in life?
There's
an unseen force at work that shapes your
very existence. You can't touch it, you
can't smell it, and you don't easily recognize
it cuz it wears little shoes and hats and
coats of disguise.
It's
your deepest of deep beliefs
that YOU'RE JUST REALLY NOT OK.
You're just NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
For
the little girl who was told that she's
not pretty it shows up in her adult self
as a dancer or a model trying to prove to
the world that she IS desirable.
