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  I am enough. Surely I came into this world knowing this, yet somehow, I sloughed off this belief layer by layer. And replaced it with hard-edged, cruel fillers: I am ugly. I am dumb. I am inarticulate. I am certainly not enough. The hows and whys of this deflating departure are...

I've been thinking about stories. About how everything is a story. About how every thought is really its own story. About how logic doesn't necessarily matter because if it feels true to you, it is true for you. About how beliefs are really just stories that we've been told...