Quotes About Self-worth

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

And it's more. It's about getting past that question of whats wrong with me, to knowing there's nothing wrong, that you were born this way. You're a normal person and a beautiful person and you should be proud of who you are. You deserve to live and live with dignity and show people your pride.

Aku tak pernah membela diriku. Tidak sekali pun. Aku tak pernah berkata, "Maaf? Apa yang memberimu hak untuk menghina dan merendahkanku?" Aku membiarkan mereka mencuri martabatku.

This other male counselor would yell at us on the way out of the mess hall, 'You're losers! You're all losers.' It was supposed to be funny, like that show The Biggest Loser ." But it's not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.

Can I just say here how much I hate the word 'pamper'? While pretending to celebrate and indulge women, it actually implies that their bodies are so revolting that even their 'me time' must be dedicated to turning them into living dolls if potential suitors are to be prevented from running screaming in horror.

Shame, like beauty, is often in the eye of the beholder.

I am firmly of the opinion that women who make a lot of effort to hang onto their looks in middle age (unless they are beauties, entertainers or prostitutes) are rather sad, as one should surely have something more substantial to recommend one by this time, such as kindness or cleverness.

She runs her hands over her hipbones and her ribs, stark even under her nightgown, and she thinks about how crazy she was not to appreciate it. How stupid she was all her life not to eat the French Fries and vanilla Cokes. As if her slimness and beauty were the most valuable things she could ever own.

Too many women throw themselves into romance because they're afraid of being single, then start making compromises and losing their identity. I won't do that.

If you begin to give away parts of yourself, eventually you'll give it all. And once you've lost yourself, haven't you lost everything?

This was just too improbable, a man who didn't think he deserved a prize.

Without the Project I was nothing but a secretary on a road to nowhere, drifting toward frosted hair and menthol addiction.

Being a famous actress may give you a sense of being important, but believe me, it's just an illusion.

He bestows the world like a colossus, and we petty men walk under his huge legs, to peep about, and find ourselves dishonorable graves. The fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

To tell the truth is to become beautiful, to begin to love yourself, value yourself. And that's political, in its most profound way.

The other kids ignored me, and that hurt more than I cared to admit. Before long, I'd decided they had nothing on me. I could play their game. I could be happy being invisible.

He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves.

In my universe, when a dork like Oscar pushes up on a girl like Jenni, he usually gets bounced faster than your tía Daisy's rent checks, but Jenni must have had brain damage or been really into fat loser nerdboys, because by the end of February she was actually treating him all civil and shit.

Sometimes it really is worth it to look at yourself in the mirror and earnestly ask yourself...#isthatthebestyougot?

I swallowed hard. Erik thought my body was beautiful, Karin that it was enviable. At random times, people had noted that my hands were beautiful, or my hair. The Twisted Sisters had called my art beautiful. Mom had the best intentions and always told me before and after my laser surgeries that I would be beautiful. But no one had ever said that I was beautiful, all my parts taken together, not just the bits and pieces.

What was the worst he could do? Make me feel dumb? Inadequate? Dad had done his damnedest to do that, to steer me to Terra Nullis, that godforsaken empty land where one might survive but never flourish. To keep me in Terra Incognita and remain a girl as undiscovered as Unknown Land itself. He had failed.

physical beauty was temporary. A vessel without soul. I didn't want to be a vessel anymore.

I didn't have the language to communicate that to this little girl -- or to communicate that beauty -- real everlasting beauty -- lives not on our faces, but in our attitude and our actions. It lives in what we do for ourselves and for others.

If there was one thing I refused to be, it was an insignificant footnote in some boy's history.