Quotes About Self-care

Let your body work until it is spent, but keep your mind for yourself.

At times like this, adults need a drink

To deal with something unhealthy, a person needs to be as healthy as possible. That's my motto. In other words, an unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.

I can't afford to take responsibilities for others' lives. It's all I can do to bear the weight of my own life and my own loneliness.

And, well, mine are kind of on the heavy side anyway. The first day or two, I don't want to do ANYTHING. Make sure you keep away from me then.' I'd like to, but how can I tell?' I asked. O.K., I'll wear a hat for a couple of days after my period starts. A red one. That should work,' she said with a laugh. 'If you see me on the street and I'm wearing a red hat, don't talk to me, just run away.

It was Aomame's firm belief that the human body was a temple, to be kept as strong and beautiful and clean as possible, whatever one might enshrine there.

Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring. I give it some thirty-six good twists by the time I've gotten up, brushed my teeth, shaved, eaten breakfast, changed my clothes, left the dorm, and arrived at the university. I tell myself, Ok, let's make this day another good one.

I was determined that my free time was going to be mine.

If you don't take care of yourself, you can't be at your best.

Give less of a fuck. There's a lot of talk from well-adjusted people on the other side of menopause about how they care a lot less about a lot more things than they did before. I believe this is often a survival skill picked up in perimenopause, one that likely kept them from yelling at other people and helped them carve out the time, space, and energy to care for themselves, often after a process of figuring out they gave way too many fucks to adequately deal with any of this.

Leaning into disappointment in our bodies can make it harder to live and take care of ourselves with injuries, chronic pain and illness, or other disabilities we may have.

I didn't know anything about perimenopause, including that I was in it, until I had already been in it for years, despite having an array of hallmark impacts: painful cystic acne, hot flashes, night sweats, anxiety, depression including a resurgence of my suicidality, menstrual changes, digestive issues, body-composition shifts, an increase in headaches and other kinds of pain, exhaustion, and some serious cognitive challenges.

Messages we get about menopause more often tell us we must keep ourselves from much of what we want and need in this time. It's easy to get the idea that life in and after menopause is going to be little, dreary rituals of desperate maintenance and exacting control over food, exercise, the shape and size of our bodies, our skin, our intimate relationships, our sexuality, our leisure, our moods, robbing us of what pleasure we might have found in these things before.

Have no shame ... as another woman friend of mine counseled with perfect sincerity and cheer: 'Just gain the 25 pounds. I really think I would not have survived menopause--AND the death of my mother--without having gained these 25 pounds.' [quoting Sandra Tsing Loh's 'The Madwoman in the Volvo']

Understanding, acceptance, and management (or not!) of your choosing really are the names of the game here: they are what's actually doable and also won't make you feel even shittier about yourself than perimenopause can make you feel already.

If they wanted to have time to read a book in the evenings, that was as important as any of Napoleon's ambitions. Because what a triumph it was for any woman to have time for herself—and to be able to do something that benefitted her imagination alone.

You only get one life. I've just made a decision to change things a bit and spend what's left of mine looking after me for a change.

Lo que he aprendido es la importancia de desvincularse de las locuras de los demás porque uno ya tiene bastante de qué preocuparse intentando mantenerse centrado...

Why are bodies so difficult to manage? Why? 'Oh, oh, look at me, I'm a body, I'm going to splurge fat unless you, like, STARVE yourself and go to undignified TORTURE CENTRES and don't eat anything nice or get drunk.' Hate diet.

I've been living a healthier life and, therefore, writing healthier music.

I think there's something therapeutic in singing about anything, whether it's what you've written or whether it's someone else's song. I find both satisfying in different ways.

I think, as a woman, you have to really make sure that you're taking care of yourself and make sure that you're covered and you have enough material written for you.

We women know how to take care of everybody so well. But the one person we have written out of the equation is us.

I avoid social media and articles written about me, because I'm human and negative comments pollute my head and make me feel confused about myself.