I never felt enough in my entire life and there are days when I couldn’t hide it. I feel sad — the kind of sadness where it numbs your whole body from anything. It pains to realize that growing up that feeling never left me. It’s still there deep inside of my skin and bones. I tried and failed. And I keep on trying but it feels like it’s never enough. I’m always searching for validation. I always feel like I don’t belong because growing up I never had that group of friends who would choose me. I’m always the outsider. I still remember how it feels to be not included to the group and I thought what’s wrong with me? And I always end up crying and my mom would just rescue me. I’m that someone who would just do the adjustments so that everything will be okay. I never thought of myself. On the journey of finding that validation that I kept on searching for, I’ve realized that I should start seeing myself as someone who doesn’t need anybody to feel complete. I should start seeing the beauty inside of me and be that someone who loves his self more than anybody else. Because I need it. Because it’s the reality and more importantly, because I’m enough.