Letters From Generation Z
What is contentment? What is enough?
I’m not enough for some universities, others I cannot pay enough.
Some are not good enough for me.
I’m not content with who I am. The distance between my brows and hair is too large and the space between my thighs too small. Too short to model but too tall to blend in. Too plain to be interesting but too distant to engage.
I’m not enough for you. You’re so far away and I’m not worth the fight.
Would I even be happy with you? Or are you some internalized goal I cannot grasp, another reminder of things I cannot have.
I’m sick of feeling like I am not enough. I should be enough, but I don’t feel that way. Does anyone?













