Getting to the Root
Not smart enough, not thin enough, not good enough. The Steps helped her dig up the truth
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a not-good-enough button. I’m sure it started in childhood when my father, in order to create the best daughter possible, told me repeatedly that I wasn’t good enough, to try harder.
In high school I felt I wasn’t as good as my girlfriends. But when I drank, I could be pretty, smart and sexy. When a boyfriend left me, the only reason I could come up with was that I wasn’t thin or sexy enough. When I was pregnant, my mother wondered out loud if I would be a good mom. She wasn’t sure I would be, but I can’t remember why. When my...
-- Katie G.