Who am I? 24601?

Everyday I went through the motions

Stopping only to talk to people

Who tell me I am not enough.

"I am not smart enough

I am not funny enough

I am not pretty enough

I am not skinny enough"

And on the list goes.

Their words used to affect me

But I grew numb and moved on.

Until one day I saw them hurling

The same words to a frightened girl.

I told her that they were wrong

That she was enough.

And that's when I realized

That after all this time

I wasn't wrong, they were.

So who am I?

I am enough

I am important

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