Quotes About Self-worth

Ignorant people, whispering cruel rumors, her mother whispered. Pay them no mind.

I could solve all the Diophantine equations, extend Newton's work on infinite series, complete Euler's analysis of prime numbers, and it wouldn't matter." She looked at Isabelle. "Ella is the beauty. You and I are the ugly stepsisters. And so the world reduces us, all three of us, to our lowest common denominator.

Call a girl pretty once, and all she wants, forevermore, is to hear it again.

Go round cringing like a dog, Matt," he said, "and folks will treat you like one. Stand up like a man, and they'll treat you like a man." That was fine for Weaver, but I wondered sometimes, How exactly do you stand up like a man when you're a girl?

Why do you always want to read about other people's lives, Matt? Ain't your own good enough for you

But what if you don't like your own story. What then?

They can tell you everything you're not but they can't make you believe it.- only you can do that.

Love isn't something you have to deserve.

It's one thing to think you're worthless, and quite another for somebody else to tell you that you are.

And you're beautiful. You'd have to work pretty hard to mess that up.

No one is waiting for me. In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for.

No one is waiting for me. In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for. Usually the girl is fat, but my problem is more rare, which is freckles: I look like someone threw handfuls of mud at my face.

We're paying him an awful lot of money to tell us we're wonderful. And then, as if another voice had interposed itself, Nice work if you can get it.

The album's called A to B, right?" Bosco said. "And that's the question I want to hit straight on: how did I go from being a rock star to being a fat fuck no one cares about? Let's not pretend it didn't happen.

In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for.

Sorry," I said. "They're great, but you know. The world doesn't revolve around breasts." "Listen to you!" Curly shouted. "Of course the world revolves around breasts! What else would it revolve around?

when rejection becomes the norm, I become nothing.

A dark voice inside me said I didn't deserve to be here and pointed to the past. Yet, that day, with a surprising new store of strength, I pushed it back. I had the power to stop being afraid of failure. I had failed in the past, I might fail in the future, but I didn't have to waste energy on being embarrassed about the outcome, good or bad. Even if things were hard or confusing to navigate, I'd be okay, no matter what.

Instead of measuring my success and value by my own standards, I was measuring it by how others perceived me.

You feel stupid. Doesn't mean you are.

I'm not your girl" "You could be." "Yeah and I could also tattoo an anorexic pterodactyl on my navel, but I'm not planning on do that, either

Don't you ever apologize for being what you are.

Hawthornes aren't supposed to break, his voice whispered in my memory. Especially me.

A person couldn't be worthy of billions. It wasn't possible—not for anyone, and definitely not for me.