Quotes About Self-acceptance

Die Liebe weckt in dir den Wunsch, ein bessere Mensch zu werden - gut und schön. Aber vielleicht gibt dir die Liebe, die wahre Liebe, auch die Erlaubnis, einfach der Mensch zu sein, der du bist.

But I felt, for once, decent. Not telling-myself-I-am decent, but just decent.

Jeez, wait, don't get bent out of shape." But I was born bent out of shape. I could picture myself coming out of the womb crooked and wrong. It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue. I

I am stuck here on earth, and every day is a chance to be less than perfect.

The nurses gave us meds to alleviate our tingling skins. And more meds to soothe our burning brains. We were body searched twice weekly for any sharp objects, and sat in groups together purging ourselves, theoretically, of anger and self-hatred. We learned not to turn on ourselves. We learned to blame. After a month of good behaviour, we earned silky baths and massages. We were taught the goodness of touch.

If the shoe doesn't fit, must we change the foot?

Your pants didn't get smaller, Mommy, I assured her. Your butt got bigger.

Self-acceptance comes from meeting life's challenges vigorously. Don't numb yourself to your trials and difficulties, nor build mental walls to exclude pain from your life. You will find peace not by trying to escape your problems, but by confronting them courageously. You will find peace not in denial, but in victory.

Before you look for validation in others, try and find it in yourself

Her fatty teenage self had struggled to get thin, saying angrily once, "Inside of me there's a thin person just screaming to get out." And her mom had smiled and said, "Just the one, dear?"—which provoked laughs, and now in memory nearly made her weep.

You can only ever be yourself. The more you try to be like someone else, the more you find yourself standing in the way.

at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder

Such silly things, children -- and so embarrassing -- because they keep changing themselves out of shame, out of a need to be loved or something. While animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.

Certainly, we all have within us the potential to live in a hugely different way. And how happy you can make yourself, I think, a lot depends on how much you beat yourself up about that; and how much you can, in some sort of providential way, console yourself and say, 'Well, it's all worked out for the best, in the best of all possible worlds.'

Stop comparing yourselves with others and let's talk about more important things that are happening worldwide. Come out, speak for yourself, because you are the leader of your life. You are the voice of your own.

Dove is encouraging people to set their own standards worldwide. To be their own unique selves. To not allow others to shame them for accepting their own bodies and styles.

There's nothing I'd never wear, really. I've worn pink spotty pajamas from a Goodwill store onstage before. This only happens when I'm having a small breakdown!

I've never worn plus size brands, and I never had to because I found what worked for my body type. So my advice is to find what works for you.

My husband has a wife who is happy to wander round in old leggings held up with worn elastic. I'm happy with who I am and I'm more concerned with other issues and trying any way I can to make a better world for our children.

The older you get, the more yourself you can be and the less worried you are about what other people think.

It's never been an issue for me - I don't want to go on a diet, I don't want to eat a Caesar salad with no dressing, why would I do that? I ain't got time for this, just be happy and don't be stupid. If I've got a boyfriend and he loves my body then I'm not worried.

You don't have to be worried about labeling me.

To clear the air once and for all, I don't have cancer. I'm not going through chemotherapy. I have alopecia. Alopecia areata, to be exact about it. I love the way that I look; I'm not worried about it.

For me, every single thing I do seems to be about the process of letting go because that's what I so desperately need to do with so many things: with fear, with what people think of me, and all these things I've worried about my whole life.