Sóc suficient per admirarme,
sóc suficient per inspirar-me,
per a mimar-me, per a cuidar-me.
Sóc suficient per a fer-me riure, per a destornillar-me sola.
Suficient per a complementar-me, sóc una taronja sencera.
Per a quedar amb mi mateixa i passar juntes una tarda,
per a parlar-me davant del mirall i no avergonyir-me'n.
I sóc suficient per plorar, sóc suficient per cridar, sóc suficient per a desesperar-me i no necessitar una raó aparentment "suficient" per a estar trista.
També ho sóc per a ser improductiva, per a decidir que avui no vull demostrar res a ningú, per a amagar-me o evadir-me sense remordiments.
I puc afrontar el meu silenci, sense mòvil ni Ipod puc caminar pels carrers i deixar-me acompanyar només pels meus pensaments, pel soroll de la vida, pel pas del temps, deixant-me omplir per la meva pròpia essència.
Sóc suficient per a no haver de donar explicacions sobre si tinc o no motius d'enorgullir-me de mi.
Si hi ha algú fet per a mi, sóc jo. I si algú hauria d'estar disposat a acceptar-me (i al mateix temps millorar tot el que pugui per a fer més fàcil la convivència) sóc jo mateixa.
Sóc suficient per a estimar-me, i valc la pena per a descobrir-me.
No us ho dic a vosaltres, m'ho dic a mi.
Però tots vosaltres també sou suficients, per a descobrir-vos i enamorar-vos del vostre reflex.
I'm enough, and more than enough.
I'm enough to admire me,
I'm enough to inspire me,
to spoil me, to take care of me.
I'm enough to make me laught, I'm the only soul mate I need.
To hang out with myself and spent an afternoon together,
to talk to me in front of the mirror without feeling ashamed of it.
I'm enough to cry, I'm enough to scream, I'm enough to despair without needing a reason for being sad.
I'm also enough to be improductive, to decide that today I don't want to prove anything to anybody, to hide or escape without remorse.
I can face my silence, without my phone or my Ipod I can walk through the streets and let my thoughts be my only company. Let the sound of life, of time passing, of my own essence, fill me.
I'm enough not to give explanations about if I actually have reasons to feel proud of me.
If there's something "made for me", that's me. If somebody should accept the whole me -and change everything that can be change to make an easier coexistence-, it's myself.
I'm enough to love myself, and I'm worthy to descover.
I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to me.
But all of us are also enough to descover yourselves and fall inlove with your reflection.