I am Enough: Journal Affirmations for Girls

Maybe I'm crazy, but I think each of us has the potential to leave our mark on the world, to change it for the better in whatever way we're best able to do so. One of my sincerest goals is to uplift and empower girls. It certainly seems like uphill battle in today's society.

Girls are born into an age where they are measured from the moment of birth (quite literally) and for each and every day of their lives. It's impossible to grow up without the nagging perception that they don't quite fit the mold, that their physical bodies must be sculpted, resized or even surgically altered to be acceptable.

With the focus directed on living up to an impossible ideal, how much time is left to delve into those issues that truly matter? How much time is robbed from a girl, as she focuses on the abiding notion that she is not quite good enough? What precious hours could be instead devoted to the exploration of her sincerest hopes and dreams?

If she could move unfettered into a world of her own design, where she could leave outdated notions of beauty behind her to focus on the talents she was born to share with the world, how much better a world would this be?

If we could once and for all free our daughters of the notion that any outside source is capable of measuring them up and deciding their worth based literally on their physical proportions, we would see the most successful generation of girls grow to their fullest and happiest potential.

If there was one message I could give to each and every girl alive today, it would be that she is not a measurement.

I am not a Measurement

I am not a measurement
A set of numbers
Their relevance determined by others
In a society that seeks constant judgment
A computation of my proportions
Against garish standards
Dividing the good and the bad
According to some scale
Created in absurdity
In some strange twist of fate
A crooked line in humanity's development
I am not a computation on a bell curve
A dot on a graph
I refuse to be measured
On any scale
Not wrought of my own design
The dial turning
The arrow pointing
In a direction of my choosing
And mine alone
For there is no equation
Capable of measuring me
My complexities surpass the ability
To be analyzed by numbers
Meant to fit inside boxes
I reject the proposition
That places me on any scale
I am not a measurement