Locked Out

I found myself this morning, eating toast in my jumper and pajama bottoms. I was missing for a while this time. It's like I'm locked out of my own mind. I'm locked out of creativity and locked in this mindset 

of you're not thin enough

you're not smart enough

you're not pretty enough

you're not good enough

you are not enough.

But I am good, and I am healthy, and smart, and pretty, but not enough. 

And I will never be enough in this point of view.

I need to fight it.

Pick the lock.

Talk to strangers,
knit a sweater,
wear it to school,

stand naked in front of the mirror

long enough

until I love myself enough to tear these interlocked chains from beneath my skin,

and bury them next to my closed mind.