Breaking The Habit Of Being Yourself Novels & Stories

“But silence isn't enought. It's survival. It's you becoming bold. Standing and speaking up for yourself. Loudly. Bodly. Toughly. “ There was a slight murmur in the crowd. “I started this foundation because I wanted to help women who are tired of trying to shrink themselves to fit the people's standard. Yes,I was one of them. A woman who have everything but was later left with pieces.” I kept quiet for a while. I looked down a bit. A tear threatening to escape my eyes. “But pieces can be rebuilt. Yes,it can. You can make it to become a better version of yourself. Someone you never thought you'll be. You'll discover your inner strength.”

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

He did not answer, but remained silent. After finishing treatment I said, "Have you heard of this saying, 'People who love themselves do not hurt others, only those who hate themselves, make others suffer.' stop hating yourself before doing anything serious. You can't take it back even if you want to, so you better catch yourself before you do something stupid." And left the infirmary and cleaned the rest of the windows and went to Tyler's house.

The air around me returned. And he brushed off the entire encounter with one fell swoop. "It can be scary, new things. At least you have the balls to try it, metaphorically speaking. I don't think I can ever break out of my habits." Sorrow morphed his face. Bathed it in a darker light. It was clear to me how much he detested himself. How much he wanted to be someone different. Yet we all knew you could never change your skin, no matter how much you wanted it. Craved it.

With a simple shrug, he explained, “Because you’re not really mad, and you’re having fun. Even though you’re ready to find a vase to break over my head, you won’t do it.” She hesitated. “Come on,” he coaxed, “when’s the last time anybody ever gave you a shit and made you laugh at yourself? I suspect you’re always serious in life, subduing the real you, wanting to stay within barriers that you’ve created for yourself and fit into that world even though you don’t always like it. And your ex-boyfriend belonged to that world. So hell, Liz, it’s time to say that you’ve gotten over him, that it’s all over between you and him, let your hair down and just enjoy the moment, enjoy life and be yourself

"It makes me feel so little of myself, I hate myself and sometimes all I can do is think of putting myself out of this misery" "Then put yourself out, who is stopping you?"

"What did he say to you?" "I used to be super shy and had really low self-esteem. I was always too nice, which led people to take advantage of me. Marco told me I needed to rely on myself because Stefan, who used to look out for me, won’t always be there. That really stuck with me, and it made me realize I need to take care of myself. I decided to work on becoming a better version of myself, and that's how I got to where I am now."

He grinned crookedly. “I’m happy to see that the gloomy face is gone and that you’re smiling again. I’ve missed that. Sweetie, please remember that Bran, Mom, yours truly… we all are cheering for you to be happy and successful. We believe in you and we ALL know what you’re made of. Just do me a favor: trust yourself more and stop paying so much attention to people who don’t know you and never will. Stop allowing them to hurt you. You’re much stronger than you know.” “I promise you! I promise myself! I’m through trying to please others. I’m through worrying about what they think of me. The only people in this world who matter to me already believe the best of me. What more do I need?”

But beneath them is something colder and cleaner than pain: the knowledge that she will not break quietly for anyone’s convenience. “If you are going to ruin the perfect version of yourself, at least dare to become someone better.”

"I want to believe that." "Then start by acting like you believe it. Even if you don't. Act like you're free. Act like you have choice. Act like you matter. Eventually the acting becomes real. Becomes true. That's how it worked for me. How it still works for me. Some days I have to remind myself I'm not cursed. Not broken. Not worthless. But reminding helps. Acting helps. Choosing helps. Every day. Every moment. Choose yourself. Choose freedom. Choose—life."