Quotes About Self-acceptance

separates his behavior from his identity, and that ability is what ultimately allows people to live with behavior they now condemn.

I still believe that everyone is beautiful in some way and by seeing the beauty in others we make ourselves more beautiful.

One day you'll wake up and you'll realise that you're OK again.

Louisa May Alcott is right. An extraordinary girl can't have an ordinary life. Don't judge yourself. Love yourself.

most people in this world feel guilty about being who they are.

An extraordinary girl can't have an ordinary life. Don't judge yourself. Love yourself. Love, Beck

You don't get to be anything slash anything.

Drinking alone is what you do when you can't stand the feeling of living in your own skin. Boswell describes this in his Life of Johnson: "I drink alone," Johnson explains, "to get rid of myself, to send myself away. Wine makes a man better pleased with himself.

The real struggle is about you: you, a person who has to learn to live in the real world, to inhabit her own skin, to know her own heart, to stop waiting for life to begin.

I have since become convinced that when we define ourselves by our wounds, we burden and lose our physical and spiritual energy and open ourselves to the risk of illness.

When your healthy self is strong enough to deal with all that comes your way in life, your eating disorder self will no longer be useful or necessary. You

The paradox is that once you fully commit to being who you already are, having what you already have, and hugely celebrating it, you become a masterful practical magician, a force of nature capable of shifting circumstances very easily.

You have to have the kind of body that doesn't need a girdle in order to get to pose in one.

Success is being happy first with yourself, and secondly with your life.

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 not only feel better about myself because these people are also fucked up (and I guess this gives us a sense of community), but I feel better because look how much these fellow fuckups managed to accomplish!

I wish that I could leave myself alone. I wish that I could finally feel that I punished myself enough. That I deserved time off for all my bad behavior. Let myself off the hook, drag myself off the rack where I am both torturer and torturee.

Anyway, I suppose in part I'm telling this story now because I want all of you - and I do mean all - to know that I wasn't always a somewhat-overweight woman without an upper lip to her name who can occasionally be found sleeping behind her face and always thinking in her mouth.

I wish that I could leave myself alone. I wish that I could finally feel that I punished myself enough. That I deserved time off for all my bad behaviour. Let myself off the hook, drag myself off the rack where I am both torturer and torturee.

Not that I'm a big fan of my face, but still- it is mine, whichever way you tilt it. I didn't like my face when I should have and now it's melted, I look back on that face fondly.

There are two choices post forty-five: letting ourselves go or making ourselves sit like good, well-groomed, obliging pets, coats smooth and wrinkle-free, stomachs flat, muscles taut, teeth clean, hair dyed, nails manicured—everything just so. The thing is, though, not only is this completely unnatural, requiring warehouses full of self-control and perseverance, but it demands a level of discomfort you have to be willing to live with 'til death by lap band or liposuction.

Screw beauty, it's superficial anyway, and my other attributes matter way more than my appearance.

I don't believe people are across-the-board confident. If they are . . . well, they've misjudged the situation where there's an arrogant result. Mostly people have those few things they do well and hope those things make up for the other shit.

But ultimately I feel I'm very sane about how crazy I am.