Quotes About Self-acceptance

The real me is happy and proud to be who I am.

I'm happy. I don't care what other people say or think. I'm happy. I'm blessed. I'm proud of my life, and that's it. That's all that matters.

I know I'm not the best, but I'm proud of myself.

I am a bisexual Cuban-American woman, and I am so proud of it.

It's OK to want to feel beautiful - as long as you really do the work on yourself to be the kind of person you are proud of.

People try to tell me like that, 'Oh, you shouldn't be proud,' or, 'You're not this,' or, 'You aren't that,' or whatever the hell. I'm just kinda here to say, like, who is anybody else to tell me who I am or what I've gone through or what I haven't gone through?

I don't feel as though I have to prove anything to anybody.

I should not have to prove my ethnicity to anyone. I know who I am.

It's much better being an older father. You don't have to go prove to the world and to yourself that you're who you want to be, for better or worse.

I don't have anything to prove to anybody, which is a lovely place to be.

I'm not trying to prove anything.

I think I don't have as much to prove now.

I think part of being masculine is not needing to prove it and not needing to answer for it.

I am not good at first or second impressions, and you have to spend some time with me to know me. Also, I don't want to put my best foot forward and prove something, as that is not me. I would rather be me and have you like me for who I am, instead of being someone else.

I don't need to prove myself through competition anymore.

I'm a devilish kind of person, but I embrace it. I don't try to fight it. It's proven very well for me.

How dare you suppose that I don't know who you are or what you are? That I don't understand what I see? Do you take me for some kind of besotted schoolboy? It is unspeakable ! You could weigh as much as a hippopotamus and shave your head and wear a wig and it wouldn't make a difference to me. I never said you were beautiful. I never thought it. I said that you were you .

I finally know the difference between pleasing and loving, obeying and respecting. It has taken me so many years to be okay with being different, and with being this alive, this intense. (xxvi)

I bet you're worried. I was worried. I was worried about vaginas. I was worried about what we think about vaginas, and even more worried that we don't think about them.

He made no self-accusations: never any more did he reproach himself for feelings that were natural and sincere. He accepted all his reactions as a part of him, unchangeable, unmoral.

Like I say, it just creeps up on you. One day you're young and the next day your bosoms and your chin drops and you're wearing a rubber girdle. But you don't know you're old.

You may not be the person your mother wants you to be, but you are you. Our job here is to try and separate the wheat from the chaff and figure out who you are and not who your mother thinks you are.

Her good weight was 150 pounds, and 178 pounds was her top. Consequently, Brenda had three different sets of clothes hanging in her closet, labeled GOOD, MEDIUM and FAT AS A HOG.

On ne peut reprocher à quelqu'un d'être ce qu'il est.