Quotes About Self-expression

I grab my laptop and log on to ChezTeen.com. Within minutes, I'm surrounded by friends, even though I've never met any of them. There, I can pretend that my first day of school was fantastic, because no one is going to know anything different. I can be anyone I want to be when I'm online and I don't even have to wear makeup.

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it -- it wan't Will's. It was mine.

I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.

You know, I told him,if you don't know how to eat a cupcake, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Now he did smile. I know how to eat a cupcake. Sure you do. I do, he said. I just don't want one of those. Yeah? Prove it.

I tried to hold myself apart, showing only what I wanted, doling out bits and pieces of who I was. But that only works out for so long. Eventually, even the smallest fragments can't help but, make a whole.

Because now, I didn't care what they thought. It wasn't new, this realization that I would never be like them. What was different now was that I was glad. Macy page 199

Most girls I know would consider that wish fullfillment, not torture." I sat back, shaking my head. "Why does everyone keep saying that? Who says just because I'm a girl I'm hardwired to want to spent a hundred and eighty bucks on jeans?

There's something about dancing that's like being stripped naked; you have to be very self-confident to thrash around in public, deliberately attracting attention. I'd never been that way, even without the weight that once kept me in everyone's eyes. Dancers were the lightest and brightest of butterflies, while girls like me stayed low, bellies scraping along the floor, and watched from there.

The truth was, since our night stranded together, I felt comfortable around Wes. When I was with him, I didn't have to be perfect, or even try for perfect. He already knew my secrets, the things I'd kept hidden from everyone else, so I could just be myself. Which shouldn't have been such a big deal. But it was.

I didn't care that they snickered when I answered yes, or spoke in hushed tones. Because now, I didn't care what they thought. It wasn't new, this realization that I would never be like them. What was different now was that I was glad.

I looked up and Rina was standing in the doorway of my room, her arms crossed over her chest. She had on a short, pink dress and strappy high-heeled sandals, and her skin — thanks to her mother's tanning bed — was already a deep brown. Her blond hair was down, curling over her shoulders, a pair of white sunglasses parked on top of her head. She looked so healthy and alive it was like she was almost sparking, right there in front of me.

Either you're standing under your haloes, eyes up to heaven, or you're munching apples in their faces and flashing your bush. I'm not even sure they know which one they prefer. The best you can do is choose when you change your costume

You are not made of metaphors, Not apologies, not excuses.

If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.

Remember that good things come in three's. And so do bad things. And always apologize when you've done something wrong. But don't you ever apologise for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining; your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing.

You are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies. Not excuses.

We were not always freaks. Sure, most of us occasionally exhibited freakish behaviour. But that's not the same thing.

Maybe we could call me a … Fluid!" "Ooooh, that's way better than Fishie

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury: I do not want to call pop soda. I do not want to eat gloppy banana mush. I do not want to be it. "I'm pretty sure the way I play is the right way," I say, my throat tightening. I'm right. I am.

People don't become what they were brought up to be, people become themselves. (p.146)

Emancipation resulting in madness. Unlimited freedom to choose and play a tremendous variety of roles with a lot of coarse energy.

He liked to wear good clothes, but once he had put it on each article appeared to go its own way.

There've been times when just because I kept my mouth shut and didn't say what I thought, I felt my strength increasing. Still, I don't seem to know what i think till I see what i say.