Quotes About Self-acceptance

I have started the process of releasing the feeling of "being wrong" because they are not fitting someone else's standards.

I wanted to hug them all. We belonged to each other somehow...But that sweet feeling hung on and I loved all of Harlem gently and didn't want to be Puerto Rican or anything else but my own rusty self.

Annie laughed. She had a face, a body, made not for a Paris runway but for good meals and books by the fire and laughter. She was constructed from, and for, happiness. But it had taken Annie Gamache a long while to find it. To trust it.

Until we made peace with the less agreeable parts of our past they'd continue to heckle us from way down the long house. And sometimes the really loud, obnoxious ones told us what to do, directing our actions even years later.

It is the chiefest point of happiness, she scribbled quickly, before the Commander could see, that a man is willing to be what he is." Chapter 6 · Page 53 · Location 957

Its okay I'm wearing really big knickers.

I'm not a ice cream, i'm a human being

What happened to me is that as I grew up, I found that I was smart. My mother had insisted on that you see. Oh, but I loved to play ball. I loved the physical aspect. So you have one leg in one field, and one leg in the other and you're nowhere.

these hips are big hips. they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little petty places.

Do you seek Alcides' equal? None is, except himself.

Aren't we all monsters inside?

I might never be a cover girl, but I was a girl who could cover it all.

she never wore makeup—just those sharp features, take it or leave it.

they accepted any baggage that came with you and made you believe you were more than you actually were

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit? How

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask...with nothing beneath it?

It is not that she isn't active or that she doesn't eat healthily. It's just how she is made, and if that isn't everyone's standard of perfect, then maybe they just have to revise their damn standard.

I usually avoided looking at my wrist, at my scars, but this time, I focused on them and realized my body was more than something I was trapped in. I saw a strong backbone, a big heart

It's just how she is made, and if that isn't everyone's standard of perfect, then maybe they just have to revise their damn standard.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask . . . with nothing beneath it?

I have my little corner in the literary universe and I'm okay with that

They shall not be expected to acknowledge us until we have acknowledged ourselves.

To do the worst thing, the very worst thing, that's the way to be free. I would never again need to pretend to myself to be what I was not.

Do not be afraid to fail. Be afraid to accept that who you are right now is all you are going to be.