Quotes About Self-acceptance

Back then, I would have begged forgiveness from my friends in the BSC. I would have tried like crazy to balance my time between school, the club, Robert and my family. I would have gone on feeling guilty about my boyfriend at BSC meetings, embarrassed about one set of friends while I was with the other, but I wasn't feeling apologetic now or guilty or ashamed.

Vulnerability comes in pretending to be someone you are not.

I am grown in so many ways, but in front of my parents I am still a child. I am having a hard time throwing off the skin that I pick and peel. I am the only one who can do it, but I can't seem to let myself.

One must never be either content with, or impatient with, oneself.

how we value and treat ourselves, not just on how we value or treat others.

And then I laugh, because it's so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it's all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

You have to dig down and find some part of you that doesn't care what people think, doesn't care if it's hard, doesn't care if it hurts, doesn't care if you have to momentarily experience humiliation, uncertainty, fear.

You are beautiful, Lucy. Inside and out. And that hurts, too. It hurts more specifically. More personally.

I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.

You know, I told him,if you don't know how to eat a cupcake, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Now he did smile. I know how to eat a cupcake. Sure you do. I do, he said. I just don't want one of those. Yeah? Prove it.

You didn't fail. You just opted out. There's a difference.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

People are not uniform Emaline. There is no such thing as any other girl. So stop holding yourself to some ridiculous high standard, would you please?

As I stepped out to face myself in the mirror, reaching a hand to smooth away the steam, I saw myself differently. It was as if I had grown again as I slept, but this time just to fit my own size. As if my soul had expanded, filling out the gaps of the height that had burdened me all these months. Like a balloon filling slowly with air, becoming all smooth and buoyant, I felt like I finally fit within myself, edge to edge, every crevice filled.

Because now, I didn't care what they thought. It wasn't new, this realization that I would never be like them. What was different now was that I was glad. Macy page 199

What was it like to be so confident even in your failings that you weren't the least bit bothered when other people pointed them out? I was almost envious.

I was thinking that maybe, by this point, I liked it better broken.

I didn't care that they snickered when I answered yes, or spoke in hushed tones. Because now, I didn't care what they thought. It wasn't new, this realization that I would never be like them. What was different now was that I was glad.

You are not made of metaphors, Not apologies, not excuses.

A person can become tired of looking himself over and trying to fix himself up. You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half

If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.

Quit being so hard on yourself. We are what we are; we love what we love. We don't need to justify it to anyone... not even to ourselves.

I am not sure, I answered. I hope it won't break my heart if I don't do well. I had been concentrating on developing that kind of attitude since I'd emerged from my depression in November. I'd realized how much I had taken the achievement ethic to heart - I had been so hard on my mistakes and middling performances. A sincere effort was all I owed myself.

She'd never have to cut herself again. She carries a knife inside herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed.