Quotes About Self-worth

you're not bangable, Beck. You're beautiful. There's a difference.

From every boy masquerading as a man that you let into your body, your heart. You learned you didn't have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince.

Well, Joe, I would feel like such a fuckup that I wouldn't even want be with you.

I try to help you move on, but you don't know why she hates you and it's all you want to talk about. Every. Fucking. Night. And it would be easier if these talks were happening on a park bench or your stoop or your sofa or your bed that I assembled but they're happening over the phone. And I can't smell you over the phone and I feel like a 1-900-Build-Me-Up hotline you call to feel good about yourself.

Remember: That voice in your head that says you can't do it is a liar.

I always look at the list of viewers and do you know what it was like to look at that list and see your name less and less?' FUCKING INSTAGRAM AND NO ONE SHOULD LOOK AT THAT FUCKING LIST.

We did not learn how to feel or experience our bodies, how to appreciate our own strengths, how to value or respect or understand the packages we came in. Instead, we learned how to look at them, to pair sexuality with desirability, to measure the worth of our bodies by their capacity to elicit admiration from others.

Meg often slept with men she didn't want to sleep with: she didn't know how to say no. More precisely, she didn't know she was allowed to say no.

Noting that adolescence is the time in a girl's life when she realizes that men have all the power and that hers can come only from consenting to become a submissive, adored object, she wrote: "Girls stop being and stop seeing.

Like so many women I know, I grew up understanding that self-worth and likeability were inextricably linked, that a sizeable portion of my value would come from nourishing others: pleasing, avoiding conflict, concealing my own needs and disappointments.

Was he smart enough? Introspective enough? Was it just enough to love him, or should I attach myself to someone who seemed farther ahead of me, someone smarter and more ambitious than me, who'd be sure to carry me along into the version of adulthood I thought I should be striving for?

Skeçler yaz?p sirk müdürüne götürdüm. Bana, "Ne yaz?k ki zencisiniz." diye cevap verdiler. K?v?rc?k saçlar?mla, esmer tenimi ne kadar sevdiÄŸimi unutuyorlar halbuki. Hatta zencilerin saçlar?n? beyazlar?nkinden daha muntazam buluyorum. Bizim saçlar?m?z daha uysald?r, istediÄŸimiz yerde kal?r. Beyazlar?nki ise en küçük bir baÅŸ hareketinde yer deÄŸiÅŸir.

Many Survivors blame themselves for the abuse and continue to feel responsible and guilty for anything bad that happens to them or to other people they know. Survivors often feel bad about themselves and different from other people. They therefore isolate themselves from other people and avoid making close friendships.

We're in a very difficult position. We have to exercise the courage to give to ourselves the reverence that the people around us can't and won't be able to provide. This decision is frightening, because it feels like we're going against the common social reality and inventing our own—and this is indeed exactly what we're doing—because our common social reality is lacking and ailing.

Other people's judgements are the mosquitoes of being human.

Never underestimate yourself

The Fat Girl Code of Conduct: 1. Any sexual activity is a secret. No public displays of affection. 2. Don't discuss your weight with him. 3. Go further than skinny girls. If you can't sell him on your body, you'd better overcompensate with sexual perks. 4. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever push the relationship thing.

I'm not going to feel guilty for wanting the things that everyone wants.

she wondered what she had done to deserve the loneliness that seemed to surround her.

Society, rather than valuing us as full human beings and empowering us, socializes us to focus on attracting, giving to, and pleasing others.

I'm proud that today, at 43 years old, I've come to value the aging process and focus on inner rather than outer beauty.

I am not naturally that thin, so I had to go through everything from using drugs to diet pills to laxatives to fasting. Those were my main ways of controlling my weight.

I'm a hick," I recall saying to him. "No," Harrison answered. "You think you're less than you are. You're a smart hick." And then, "You have the eyes of a doe and the balls of a samurai.

I suspect that no matter what happens I will allow it to hurt me. Eat away at my insides, as it were—as it will be. As it always has been. Why am I so accessible? Why do I give myself to people who will always and should always remain strangers? I have always relied on the cruelty of strangers and I must stop it now.