Quotes About Self-acceptance

I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people.

I'm more comfortable with whatever's wrong with me than my father was whenever he felt he failed or didn't measure up to the standard he set.

value yourself the way I value you.

You saved yourself, gorgeous, Crisp said. You just needed a little help laughing about it.

And you have suffered through your own selves—your own critical eyes, your own standards, your own minds. Your spirits are beautiful, but they are not easy.

I had the skills, and making myself hate them would have been a real waste of time and energy.

I liked who I was now. It wasn't entirely comfortable-I knew there were places wher I chafed and rubbed and prickled, against my shipmates and against myself-but overall, I liked who I'd been with Singer and Connla.

You're pretty bright when you allow yourself to be.

It is never about how good your voice is; it is only about feeling the urge to sing, and then having the courage to do it with the voice you are given.

If they should say you have no sense, don't you mind them; it won't make much difference. Lullaby.

I would have girls regard themselves not as adjectives but as nouns.

No use wishing to be like other folks,' the maid said shrewdly. 'You have to learn to live at peace within your own skin.

Don't worry," I repiled, "I usually don't argue with the voices.

So I say, if you are burning, burn. If you can stand it, the shame will burn away and leave you shining, radiant, and righteously shameless

If you are burning, burn. If you can stand it, the shame will burn away and leave you shining, radiant, and righteously shameless.

Being true to that self involves sifting through the layers of bad advice and unreasonable expectations of others. It requires seeing through your own delusions of grandeur or your fear of failure or your impostor syndrome or your conviction that there is something uniquely and obviously screwed up about your particular self.

For years I'd waited for someone to love me: that was the permission I needed to fall in love myself, as though I were a pin sunk deep in a purse, waiting for a magnet to prove me metal. When that did not happen, I'd thought of myself as unlovable . ...It was this I'd waited for all my life: a love that would make me useful, a love that would occupy all my time.

Louetta had recently decided she would be a wonder instead of a beauty. She had seen beauties go mad in middle age as their beauty turned less live and more monumental. Beauty still, but mostly to mark the space where greater beauty once had been. But wondrous was wondrous, even when you outgrew it.

A life could be spent like an apology—to prove you had been worth it.

You don't need to live up to someone else's standards. If you live up to your own, you will do perfectly well.

Look at me. We aren´t them lauren. You´re not your mother or father any more than I´m my mother. You´re you and I´m me and I love you.

Watching her, I felt she was telling the truth. There was something about her that seemed deeply—almost fundamentally—comfortable inside herself, the way I think a person is when they have been loved by their parents.

There was something about her that seemed deeply—almost fundamentally—comfortable inside herself, the way I think a person is when they have been loved by their parents.

Er was iets aan haar wat ten diepste -bijna wezenlijk- in harmonie was met zichzelf, zoals iemand is, denk ik, wanneer allebei zijn ouders van hem hebben gehouden.