self-acceptance

I__ loved women who were old and who were young; those extra kilos and large rumps, and others so thin there was barely even skin to pinch, and every time I held them, I worried I would snap them in two. But for all of these: where they had merited my love was in their delicious smell. Scent is such a powerful tool of attraction, that if a woman has this tool perfectly tuned, she needs no other. I will forgive her a large nose, a cleft lip, even crossed-eyes; and I__l bathe in the jouissance of her intoxicating odour.

Scent is such a powerful tool of attraction, that if a woman has this tool perfectly tuned, she needs no other. I will forgive her a large nose, a cleft lip, even crossed-eyes; and I__l bathe in the jouissance of her intoxicating odour.

Option A:Spend your life trying to get others to accept you.Option B:Accept yourself, and spend your life with others who recognize what a beauty you are.

Where would we have been without the discoveries of our predecessors, and where are we going without your discoveries?

We are at our most powerful the moment we no longer need to be powerful.

Commandment #1: Believe in yourself. Commandment #2: Get over yourself.

You were what you were and you are what you are. Fuck that regrets bullshit.

It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always.

It's hard to remember who you were when you're constantly pretending to be someone you're not.

If you are not yourself, you have nothing to offer the world but a cheap imitation of someone else.

To be given permission to be confused -- and remain confused -- for as long as it takes would have been a huge gift.

Accepting oneself, in all your glory and in all your shortcomings, is a major point in becoming your best possible self.

Innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself.

Because true belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world, our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance.

There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to know this. You are still becoming. Not being.

We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves.

You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation.