But I reminded myself that my jealousy and want to erase someone else came from a place of fear that I wasn’t enough as me. An insecurity that if I was something more or something else, maybe I would deserve more love. Maybe I would receive more love. But I was all I could be.
Somewhere along the battle, I begin to understand that I must be enough because I am all I can be. And if that isn’t enough for someone, then I never will be enough for them. And there isn’t a damn thing in the universe I can do about that.