Quotes About Self-acceptance

Do not worry, Mummy. Jesus loves me as I am." I imagine that the little boy thought: Jesus loves me as I am. I do not have to be different from what I am. I do not have to be what my uncle wants me to be. I do not have to be what mummy would have wanted me to be. I do not even have to be what I would have liked to be. Jesus does not care about my disability.

And then one afternoon as I confided my woes to her likeness, an unknown face interposed itself between us. Reflected in the glass I saw the head of a man who seemed to have emerged from a vat of formaldehyde. His mouth was twisted, his nose damaged, his hair tousled, his gaze full of fear. One eye was sewn shut, the other goggled like the doomed eye of Cain. For a moment I stared at that dilated pupil, before I realized it was only mine.

Am I odd? Is there something wrong with me, like Mrs. Tifton said?" Skye knelt down on the wet grass and looked straight into Batty's eyes. "No you stupid idiot, there's nothing wrong with you.

Life's too short to care about what other people think. Besides, they should accept us for who we are

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.

I notice that when I'm generous, accepting, and loving toward myself, all that's reflected out into the world. The more I cut myself slack, the more I don't judge myself for not being other than I am, the more I'm aware of who I am, see it, honor it, and respect it, the more I do all those things for others. I push them less and I respect their different rhythms.

I'm probably something like 95% chicken nugget

CONTROL MYSELF?!! I'm a MONSTER! Monsters don't control themselves! That's the whole IDEA!

It's just a matter of telling yourself that your creation is OK, no matter what it is.

You forgive if you can forgive yourself. Or live with what you've done. If you cannot live with what you've done, you cannot live with what others have done either.

Spend enough time putting yourself out there in the world—your sensitivity is not something to be feared.

Niña, ya no te contemples más en el espejo!", le ordenaban los mayores cuando era pequeña; pero no podía impedirlo: su propia imagen era la manera de reconocer al mundo.

The trouble is, I am not at peace with myself; I am not always something, and if for once I am something, I pay for it by being nothing for months on end.' —Kafka, quoted by Canetti

you are worthy and lovable, just as you are, on your own.

Everybody has thoughts that shame them. You can't control them coming in. But you don't have to let them all out.

That's really important in trying to understand shibui. It sounds simple, like a cliché, really; but it's true: a woman is most beautiful when she is herself.

But she is not those people; she is her odd self. The kiln has been fired; she is a person persnickety about keeping her house clean but not above spitting on her desk to rub out a coffee stain; she will never be an athlete or a mathematician or a skinny person or someone whose heart isn't snagged by the sight of fireflies on a summer night and the lilting cadence of a few good lines of poetry.

In reality there is no normal. Normal is something people have agreed to invent so we have something to compare ourselves to. Normal should be the least of your worries.

at some point in a woman's life, she just gets tired of being ashamed all the time. After that, she is free to become whoever she truly is.

So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.

When I tried this morning, after an hour or so of unhappy thinking, to dip back into my meditation, I took a new idea with me: compassion. I asked my heart if it could please infuse my soul with a more generous perspective on my mind's workings. Instead of thinking that I was a failure, could I perhaps accept that I am only a human being--and a normal one, at that?

She said: "We all spend our twenties and thirties trying so hard to be perfect, because we're so worried about what people will think of us. Then we get into our forties and fifties, and we finally start to be free, because we decide that we don't give a damn what anyone thinks of us. But you won't be completely free until you reach your sixties and seventies, when you finally realize this liberating truth—nobody was ever thinking about you, anyhow.

But at some point you have to make peace with what you were given and if God wanted me to be a shy girl with think, dark hair, He would have made me that way, but He didn't. Useful, then, might be to accept how I was made and embody myself fully therein.

Anyway, at some point in a woman's life, she just gets tired of being ashamed all the time. After that, she is free to become whoever she truly is.