Quotes About Self-acceptance

A body was just a body, just a vessel for her soul, and she was under no obligation to keep her body looking any certain way...

wondering how you could let your own body get away from you, like it was a car speeding away out of control. Now she understood. You stopped weighing yourself, stopped restricting yourself to small meals and salads, stopped picking French fries off of your friend's plate and started ordering your own... and imagine herself as pure emotion, not a body at all.

see it—but she wondered whether they would ever not try to have it all and do it all and do all of it flawlessly. Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough? Her

Make sure you have people who love you, the real you, not the Instagram you. If you can't be brave, pretend to be brave, and if you can't do that yet, know that you aren't alone. Everyone you see is struggling. Nobody has it all figured out.

Jennifer Weiner

Right then, at my desk, I decided that I was done with it. I was going to eat to nourish myself, I was going to exercise to feel strong and healthy, I was going to let go of the idea of ever being thin, once and for all, and live my life in the body that I had.

nodded. I did know. Once I'd started searching out clothes that fit and looked good on the body I had instead of the one that I wanted, I had discovered exactly the feeling Leela Thakoon was talking about.

The borderline individual does not accept her own intelligence, attractiveness, or sensitivity as constant traits, but rather as comparative qualities to be continually re-earned

Mi se întâmpl? s? stai în faÈ›a oglinzii ore în È™ir c?utând semnele îmb?trânirii.?i totuÈ™i, ador oamenii în vârst?, au acele calit??i remarcabile de care tinerii nu dau dovad?.Vreau s? îmb?trânesc f?r? s? recurg la liftings.Acestea r?pesc viaÈ›a È™i personalitatea chipului.Vreau s? am curajul de a r?mâne loial? chipului pe care mi l-am confecÈ›ionat.

No more hiding. No more pretending to be something she wasn't. She would wear an older woman's clothes, but she would wear them in such a way that she was honest with herself, with others, and with God. She was a teenager who had been left behind, but she was also one who had seen what was right and acted upon it. She belonged to God now, and she would present herself to him as she really was.

Our hearts yearn backward. We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home. But I no longer hope to be found. Do not follow me! Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow.

She wasn't gorgeous, wasn't ugly. A sprinkle of freckles crossed the bridge of her nose. Mostly, she looked like a hundred other girls in school, except for two things, She wore no makeup, and her eyes were the biggest I had ever seen, like deer's eyes caught in headlights.

I deserve no punishment at all for being who I am.

Matthew, confess now. Are you a closeted font nerd? Do you go to these conferences? I promise I won't respect you any less if you are. OK, fine, secretly I will, but it's better to get this off your chest and be who you are, than to live in deception. Hiding the truth will only cripple your emotional development Well, I'm sorry to dissapoint you. I'm not a font nerd. You can email me in Papyrus and I won't care.

You are not the first, and will not be the last, to say so. I wear my "warped" label with pride.

You have taught me that I am allowed to like myself as I am, at whatever stage I am in. I can change, I can stay the same, or I can be whoever it is that is right for me; but I can be satisfied. No, more than that. I can be proud. I can celebrate. That is what I am going to do.

Celeste knew that, according to societal standards at least, she was attractive, but she didn't quite understand why those standards existed in the first place. Her appearance had nothing to do with the strange creature that she was.

I will shrink myself no longer to make any human feel secure

The numbing mind-ream of knowing you're alone not because people won't accept you but because you find so little worth accepting. An imposed solitude is better than simply tolerating your company in waiting for something better. So loneliness is not such a terrible thing when you consider that the alternative to thought provoking solace is to be surrounded only by remindings of why that solitude is preferable.

After I look at her I look at myself in the mirror, and yet again I resign myself to the fact that my face has always disappointed me. Every look in the mirror dismays me, that's the reason I tend to avoid them.

God doesn't love me any more or less because I had some work done on my face.

I have moments of weakness, but mostly I brush the criticism off... Who cares if I'm not a size zero? I don't want to be. I love my body; I'm healthy, I work out.

I never wear makeup when I'm not at work. It can make you forget what you look like, and I've grown to really love the way I look without it.