Quotes About Self-perception

By shifting your identity to align with the habits you're working to adopt, you prepare yourself to live in a totally new reality by erasing the inner struggle of I'm doing X but I'm actually an impostor so it probably won't last because it's not really who I am.

try seeing yourself through the eyes of someone who admires you. They get it. They believe in you leaps and bounds. They aren't connected to your insecurities and negative beliefs about yourself. All they see is your true glory and potential.

You're not a whore. You're a chick who hasn't exactly grown up with every advantage, and you've learned to use what you've got. You don't do it on purpose. It's second nature. You act girly and helpless and make men think you're harmless.

At the beginning he'd thought of his style as being his essence, the perfect expression of who he was inside, but lately the styles had started to feel like disguises, distractions Danny could move around behind without being seen. 27

I noticed one with short, raven-colored hair who looked not unlike myself (we are interchangeable--the first lesson one learns as a professional beauty).

As a model, of course, I'd carried my face like a sign, holding it out a foot or so in front of me—not out of pride or vanity, God knew; those had been stamped out long ago, or at any rate, disjoined from my physical appearance. No, out of sheer practicality: here's what I am. Calling card, handshake, précis, call it what you like; it was what I had to offer to the world where I had spent my life.

I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?

Sometimes they're just shitty people. Sometimes people have been shitty to them. Sometimes they're shitty because they're afraid.Sometimes they choose to be shitty to others before others can be shitty to them. Sometimes someone doesn't like who he is, but then here's this other kid who knows exactly who he is, and that can make that first kid feel even worse about himself.

If we could truly see ourselves the way others see us we'd disappear on the spot.

i mean, heather said, our bodies are just these things that we float around in. it's not like they belong to anyone

You see yourself as very average, ordinary. And there is nothing ordinary about you, Rachel. (Something Borrowed)

You, she thought. Every flawed, scrawny

at least my face moves when you look at it. At least I know I'm a fool.

Don't be concerned with other people's impressions of you. They are dazzled and deluded by appearances. Stick with your purpose. This alone with strengthen your will and give your life coherence.

So what oppresses and scares us? It is our own thoughts, obviously.

You are the one who knows yourself – which is to say, you know how much you are worth in your own estimation, and therefore at what price you will sell yourself; because people sell themselves at different rates.

No matter what our achievements might be, we think well of ourselves only in rare moments. We need people to bear witness against our inner judge, who keeps book on our shortcomings and transgressions. We need people to convince us that we are not as bad as we think we are.

It was clear to me that thinking yourself superior was a sure sign of being inferior and that thinking yourself extraordinary was a sure sign of being ordinary.

Poate c? tânjesc dup? un miracol… Care anume? S? încetez s? m? v?d acÈ›ionând. S? nu mai fiu actriÅ£a, nici spectatoarea propriei persoane. S? încetez s? m? mai judec, s? m? critic, s?-mi percep impostura. ?i, în cele din urm?, precum un cub de zahar în ap?, s? m? cufund în realitate si s? m? dizolv în ea.

Poate c? tânjesc dup? un miracol… Care anume? S? încetez s? m? v?d acÈ›ionând. S? nu mai fiu actiÅ£a, nici spectatoarea propriei persoane. S? încetez s? m? mai judec, s? m? critic, s?-mi percep impostura. ?i, în cele din urm?, precum un cub de zahar în ap?, s? m? cufund în realitate si s? m? dizolv în ea.

Being a bastard is not a bad thing; it is merely a fact. Like having red hair or blue eyes. It does not tell you the character of the person in question.

In the mirror I see only the time-lapsed weather patterns of 1964.

When we think of nonverbals, we think of how we judge others. … We tend to forget, though, the other audience that's influenced by our nonverbals: ourselves.

I'm always the Skinny Girl, the one with no athletic talents, the girl who doesn't try hard enough, the girl who apparently never eats enough.