I think one of the worst feelings in the world is believing that you are not good enough, not good enough to be accepted for who you are, not good enough to succeed, not good enough to be loved.

Growing up in a mixed race family there were a lot of moments where I doubted my identity, where I felt the need to do more and more just to feel included and accepted by others. That feeling of doubt and wanting to be accepted stayed with me.
Even at the beginning of my marriage I felt the need to prove to my wife that I was good enough, to prove how successful I was going to be, to prove that she had made the right decision by marrying me.

I can honestly say that all the doubts and all the effort to prove myself to her was the biggest waste of time in my life, why? Well because she told me that the day she married me, when I had no money, a used car, and still lived with my parents, was the happiest day of her life. She loved me for everything I was and everything I wasn’t, she didn’t care about anything more than me being the man that loved her and made her smile, and that I had nothing to prove to her.

Hearing those words brought me so much peace, it was like this huge weight off my shoulders that I had been carrying all my life. I had met this amazing woman who didn’t care about my past, who didn’t care how rich or successful I was going to be in the future, she just loved me, and through all the good and bad, the successes and the failures, she has continued to love me no less.

In that moment love took on a whole new meaning, to me love was the feeling of finding someone I don’t have to prove anything to, someone who loves me for who I am, someone who makes me feel like I am good enough, with all my flaws, with all my scars, with all my doubts and fears, that I am good enough.