Quotes About Insecurities

Its always the most beautiful ones that are the most self conscious.

Don't hide your own insecurities behind judging others.

Here's a lesson for every single girl out there: Never, ever settle. You may think you aren't gorgeous, smart and have too many insecurities too count. But there is going to be someone in the world who truly loves you for you. Don't ever think that you've got to put up with someone's sh... You are all beautiful in your own individual way so never lower your standards.

I have a friend who, if she has a bad hair day, it affects her whole mood because it is part of her sexuality, her confidence. I don't have that problem any more.

I was given a tremendous gift in terms of athleticism. Maybe it was because I wasn't so confident in other areas.

I think the best way to have confidence is not to allow everyone else's insecurities to be your own.

My confidence is easy to shake. I am very well aware of all of my flaws. I am aware of all the insecurities that I have.

I do have insecurities. I don't know if you can tell. I'm not brimming with confidence.

Success can make you go one of two ways. It can make you a prima donna or it can smooth the edges take away the insecurities let the nice things come out.

That's what the enemy wants. He wants you living in a state of defeat. Your defenses down. Your resolve weak and flimsy. Surrendering to an army of insecurities and misdiagnosis instead of courageously thriving in the sophisticated security of your identity in Christ.

If I were your enemy, I'd devalue your strength and magnify your insecurities until they dominate how you see yourself, disabling and disarming you from fighting back, from being free, from being who God has created you to be. I'd work hard to ensure that you never realize what God has given you so you'll doubt the power of God within you.

Strategy 3—Against Your Identity He magnifies your insecurities, leading you to doubt what God says about you and to disregard what He's given you (Eph. 1:17–19).

Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.

I think every girl always has doubts about her body.

I always thought that fans would always turn away from me whenever they find more attractive actresses or dramas.

All writers are the same - they forget a thousand good reviews and remember one bad one.

I have no fear of being less beautiful, I've always been afraid of not being beautiful.

I want to get comfortable with my insecurities until I am no longer insecure. I want to be comfortable in my skin so that I do not need to dump any of my discomfort onto someone else in the form of judgment.

Being pretentious is rarely harmful to anyone. Accusing others of it is. You can use the word "pretentious" as a weapon with which to bludgeon other people's creative efforts, but in shutting them down the accusation will shatter in your hand and out will bleed your own insecurities, prejudices, and unquestioned assumptions.

We can't fix society until we fix the schools. We can't fix the schools until we fix the neighborhoods. We can't fix the neighborhoods until we fix the economy. We can't fix the economy until we fix politics. We can't fix politics until we fix the pernicious effect of basic human insecurities. We can't fix the pernicious effect of basic human insecurities until we fix society. We can't fix society until we fix the schools.

People assume I must have this fantastic body that I'm dying to show off but the truth is I have body issues - just like virtually everybody else.

We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.

From deep inside Harriet Landers came every shriek she'd ever swallowed. All the fear, the frustrations, the anger and buried resentments. The wounds, the pain, the losses and humiliations. The times she'd been ignored, marginalized, diminished. Judged and found wanting. The parties not invited to, the boys who'd mocked her. The girls who'd left her out. All her insecurities, loneliness, hurts, and rage from birth to this, her last moment, came rushing out.

I boiled every equation down to these simple terms: was I lovable or was I ugly?