Self Worth

Precious has been on my mind all week. If you haven't yet heard of this movie -hear! If you haven't yet seen it- see! I saw it on Sunday and I know it has only been three days. Honestly though in sick time days feels longer. Yes I am still sick. Putting a damper on my weeklong vacation. :( Nose Runny. Throat clogged. I do not look or sound like much fun.

So Precious...

It's a story about a girl who has endured every form of abuse. Cruelty. Precious is the name of a sixteen year old obese girl, living in Harlem, who is pregnant for the second time by her father. She is illiterate. She is HIV Positive. Her first child is disabled. She is physically, emotionally, and verbally slaughtered by her mother. A girl ripped apart.

As I continually worry about mistreatment in its different forms, this movie highlights the idea of self worth. There is a difference between being needed and being important. It is clear Precious' mother "needs" her: to take care of her wants. But worth? Can Precious possibly know what that means? No. The movie makes us aware that Precious feels unloved, unwanted, and unnecessary. I have been thinking about the ego and how it is essential to us all. We share this as humans. We are trained to believe that too much "me" is bad. I agree. But what I know is that even little bits keep us going. Truth- people find and feel love in unique ways, yet no one can discover it unless the ego exists.

I am valuable. I am worthy. I desire. I deserve.