Quotes About Self-expression

I didn't fit. I was a different size, a different shape. I kept trying to squeeze into a body, a skin suit, that was too small. It rubbed me the wrong way. I blistered. I callused. I scarred over and it kept hurting. I would never fit. But, really, I didn't want to fit. That's why it was hard.

This is the story of a girl who lost her voice and wrote herself a new one.

You'd be shocked at how many adults are already dead inside, walking around with no clue, waiting for a heart attack or cancer to finish the job. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. It's the saddest thing I know.

So why does everyone make such a big hairy deal about me not talking? Maybe I don't want to incriminate myself. Maybe I don't like the sound of my voice. Maybe I don't have anything to say.

You look like yourself. Nobody else. Trust me, that's a good thing.

am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. The tiny elf dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

She snapped, they said. Couldn't take it anymore. Reached her breaking point. We should teach our girls that snapping is okay instead of waiting for someone else to break them.

Halloween - the day when we could pretend to be whatever we wanted - seemed to be letting everyone be who they really were.

They keep asking questions like 'What is wrong with you?' and 'Do you think this is cute?' How can I answer? I don't have to. They don't want to hear anything I have to say.

I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. They tiny elf-dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

I felt so powerful that I wanted to go to Costco and wheel out a freezer on a dolly while waving around an old Safeway receipt, just because I knew I could. It's easy. I'm supposed to be so harmless and weak and afraid that no one pays attention. But those weeks of dye stripping and returning to my natural state created a phenomenon in which the world had literally become mine for the taking.

She gave me the impression of someone engaged in giving a series of savage caricatures of herself — but this is common to most lonely people who feel that their true self can find no correspondence in another.

The others wolves would devour me if they could know that my roar is, in reality, a crying.

If i sad, I'm always search the mirror, because it never laugh when i cry

I'm a science nerd! Not a cheerleader. - Claire Danvers

I don't think makeup is rocket science or a cure for cancer.

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood, " she said. "make me pretty.

I'd rather be known as a freak than a science project.

Love or hate my work. I write not to impress. It's just in me to give.

Don't pressure yourself. Don't worry about what others think you should do or what the societal "norm" is. Do what moves you and makes you smile and the "good" will follow.

I add a smile to everything I wear and that has worked great for me.

Be yourself and enjoy yourself. Show me a smile and I'll show you one back. Karma: Believe in it. It's real. It comes back to you.

It is not necessary to smile and make a wonderful impression on the judges.

A beautiful person is someone who stays true to themselves and their spirit; someone who is self-confident and can make you smile.