Quotes About Self-esteem

You flatter yourself...you're too young for me to take you seriously.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all?

You look like a drug addict," Mom says. "It washes you out completely." "Wow. Thanks, Mom," I tell her, swallowing the lump her words bring up in my throat. "I can always count on you to build up my self-confidence." "Would you feel better if I lied to you?" Mom asks. "Okay, fine. You look like Miss America. There, happy?

Difficult. Everything is difficult at the moment. Sleeping is difficult because I keep having horrible dreams. Waking up is difficult because I can't sleep. Looking in the mirror is difficult because I hate the person I see.

It's kind of freaky to send your picture over the Internet to someone you don't really know and then have to sit waiting for their judgement on how you look. Maybe that's why my aunt Penny, who got divorced two years ago, hates online dating so much. Mom's always nagging her to go back on Match.com but Aunt Penny says she'd rather have root canal work - without anesthetic.

For once, you believed in yourself. You believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

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.

She's a baby, Maggie told me. Babies wear pastels. Says who? I asked. ... Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and spice and everything nice, which engourages them to not be assertive. And that, in turn, then leads to low self-esteem, which can lead to eating disorders and increased tolerance and acceptance of domestic, sexual, and substance abuse.

Well, I said finally, knowing he was waiting, you make me laugh. He nodded. And? You're pretty good-looking. Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful. You want to be beautiful? I asked him. Are you saying I'm not?

Looking at her, I thought again how beautiful she was - even in jeans and a T-shirt, no makeup, she was breathtaking. So much so that it was hard to believe she could ever have looked at herself and seen anything else.

I have boobs! Chloe said again, a bit too loudly— she'd already had a couple of mini bottles at the Spot. My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.

Somewhere along the way, I started to believe it myself. I think that being brave and self confident doesn't necessarily start inside, honey. It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

It's all about you, Colie. She touched one finger to her temple, tap tap tap. Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine. There is something infectious about confidence. And for that one moment, with my eyebrows burning and my eyes watering, I believed. And good hair never hurt either.

What was it like to be so confident even in your failings that you weren't the least bit bothered when other people pointed them out? I was almost envious.

You walk around like a dog waiting to be kicked. And when someone does, you pout and cry like you didn't deserve it. No one deserves to be kicked. You do if you don't think you're worth any better.

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.

Macy: Seriously. What's it like?' Wes: Being perfect? I wouldn't know. Macy: Not being perfect. Being... gorgeous. Wes: Again, I wouldn't know. You tell me.

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.

You know," he said after a moment, "it's a shame you feel that way. Because I think he likes you." I just looked at him. "Did you not hear him tell me I was fat the other day?" "He didn't say you were fat," Nate replied. "He said you looked a little rotund." "How is that different?

I don't want to go back into that dressing room and take off my boots and my pants and start putting on jeans only to discover that the ones you brought me are all too tight, and then when I ask for the next size up, be informed that they're the biggest size you carry. I can't take that today. Seriously, I'll blow my head off. So look at me, look at my ass, look at my gut, take it all in, and then tell me honestly if you anticipate we're going to have a problem.

What if she never made any friends and she spent her lunches hiding in the girls' bathroom trying not to turn into a bitten?

But it's a tiresome preoccupation, self-esteem. Something has to be done to limit the number of people whose opinions can affect us.

shyness is caused by an internal feeling that you are not worthy to be in the conversation.

Despite outward appearances, he hadn't gained confidence. He'd simply become desensitized to this specific type of embarrassment. He wondered if that's what all confidence was in the first place.