I don’t think that “not good enough ” feeling will ever go away. It’s every where I look. I hate mirrors because I don’t want to see what new horror my face holds. I look at my body as little as possible. I never have enough money or stuff or brains or power. I have never been good enough for my friends or family. I’m too fat to eat in front of skinny people, too ugly to sit next to beauties. You may think I’m stupid or petty or silly and you’d be right because I’m all of those things. And I’m probably not good enough for you either. When I can’t even do things right for people I love because I don’t have enough money or time or class. So I cry and try to be good enough but it never works out. Welcome to my pity party. I’m probably not good enough to attend.