Quotes About Self-acceptance

It ain't what they call you; it's what you answer to.

That's just your ego, trying to make sure it stays in charge. This is what ego does. It keeps you feeling separate, keeps you with a sense of duality, tries to convince you that you're flawed and broken and alone instead of whole.

We must understand the need for perfectionism is a corrosive waste of time, because nothing is ever beyond criticism. No matter how many hours you spend to render something flawless, somebody will always be able to find fault with it.

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.

I think perfectionism is just a high-end, haute couture version of fear.

Lastly, remember what W. C. Fields had to say on this point: "It ain't what they call you; it's what you answer to.

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." They

remember what W. C. Fields had to say on this point: "It ain't what they call you; it's what you answer to.

people's judgments about you are none of your business.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who finds it endearing and encouraging that a legendary Roman philosopher had to reassure himself that it's okay not to be Plato.

people's judgements about you are none of your business

You made it; your get to put it out there. Never apologize for it, never explain it away, never be ashamed of it. You did your best with what you knew, and you worked with what you had, in the time that you were given.

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 thick, 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.

Loyal Hanneke," Alma said fondly, "let us be honest with ourselves. Who will ever put a ring on these fishwife's hands of mine? Who will ever kiss this encyclopedia of a head?

I'm too old to hide who I am, Frank. And I'm too old to be made to feel ashamed of myself by anyone—

I think perfectionism is just a high-end, haute couture version of fear. I think perfectionism is just fear in fancy shoes and a mink coat.

That's just your ego, trying to make sure it stays in charge. This is what your ego does. It keeps you feeling separate, keeps you with a sense of duality, tries to convince you that you're flawed and broken and alone instead of whole.

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.

And always remember that people's judgements about you are none of your business.

De los veinte a los cuarenta años nos esforzamos por ser perfectos porque nos preocupa mucho lo que pensará la gente de nosotros. Luego cumplimos los cuarenta y los cincuenta y empezamos a ser libres porque decidimos que nos importa un bledo lo que los demás piensen de nosotros. Pero no se es completamente libre hasta que se llega a los sesenta y los setenta, cuando por fin comprendes esta verdad liberadora: que nadie estaba pensando en ti».

No more verbal tap-dancing for pennies of affirmation.

did believe that my behavior made me unusual—because it didn't seem to match the behavior of other women—but I didn't believe that it made me bad.

pareció que no hacía daño a nadie. Y, en todo caso, en la vida de una mujer llega un momento en que se cansa de sentirse culpable todo el rato. A partir de ese momento, es libre de convertirse en quien de verdad es.

You cannot fly into your own arms.