Know My Worth

Bombarded daily
to define myself
by some worldly standard
of success
of beauty
of worth

Is my job good enough?
Am I in fashion?
Do I make enough money?
Does my hair look right?

Is my house acceptable?
How about my body?
Do I have the right friends?
Do I hang out in the best places?

Do I make everyone happy?
Does everyone like me?
Am I a good girl?

If I align my life
with what the world says
these standards should be

will I feel satisfied?
will I feel worthy?

Nope.

Because none of it
none of the stuff
none of the opinions
none of the ways in which the world wants to define me

none of it
makes me who I am
or adds any value
to my soul

For I am fearfully
and wonderfully made
Loved
and cherished
just as I am

Without all the stuff
Without being in style
Without pleasing anyone

For nothing I do,
nothing I have done,
and nothing that has been done to me
defines my worth