Have you ever woken up, and the first thing that came into your head was the list of endless tasks given to you to complete today? Or maybe you lay awake at night wondering what you did wrong? Or maybe you hope for satisfaction from your parents that has never been given?

And you wonder, hope, think about, ponder, if you are even good enough. Good enough for the world. Good enough for your friends. Good enough for that boy. Good enough to be taking up air and space in this infinite world.

You may not admit it to yourself, or maybe you do, but, honey, you are enough. You are so much more than enough. You are the world in a person.

So often, we are given a box, and not a pretty one that's Tiffany blue or engraved with Chanel on the side. You're given this less than mediocre box. And told, one by one, person by person, to get in, be quiet, and go along the path the box takes. We step out, time to time, in hopes of an adventure that speeds up your heart rate enough to make this whole life thing worth it in the end, but, one by one, we are told to get back in the box. It's easy. It's simple. It's a plan. It's a life.

The world is not for the soft-hearted, but the box is. The world will eat you alive, and spit you out into a greedy, emotionless individual if it's given the chance. And then you'll get back in the box, scared, hopeless, lifeless.

But you're worth so much more than that box. You are worthy of this world, you are worthy of the breaths you take and the actions you make. You are enough.

And who am I to tell you that you are enough? I mean, in all honesty, I am in the same boat, box, place you are. I lay awake at 2 a.m. frightened that I am not enough. I sit in the kitchen at 3 p.m. worried that I will never be enough. I am no one to tell you at you are enough. At all.

But I am. Because you are. We all are. The girl that lays awake with tear stained pillows until 4 a.m. is. The girl that has a 5-year long boyfriend and a 4.0 is and her whole life together is. But, most importantly, you are. And I am, too.

You can be champagne in a whiskey cup. You can be a red-bottom shoe on the street corner. You can be a mouse sneaking around. You can be the dirt on the back of a truck. And the world, no matter what, is going to tell you that you are not good enough. You're not a good enough girl. You're not a good enough friend. You're not a good enough lover. You're not a good enough mother. You're not a good enough singer. You're not a good enough human. And I dare you to laugh at them, because good God, you are good enough. You're good enough for you.

And if nobody tells you that today, I hope that I get to tell you that you are enough so that you believe it for once, maybe I'll even join you on that thought. Life's rough enough, but remembering how precious you are shouldn't be.