Poem Of Self Worth Novels & Stories

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

Ha, like I would even go to a party if my life depended on it. Should I take his apple laptop? Nah, not good enough, I know it would affect him but what the heck would I do with it that I can't do on my phone?. I need something which would affect him and benefit me at the same time. Don't look at me like that, I'm not selfish, he deserves it and it's selfLove tho. Munching on my favourite biscuit, an idea struck, *food* yeah food!. I jumped of my bed and did a booty shake. I can see your face now, told u am crazy.

"So how do you deal with it?" "Honestly? Some days better than others. But I learned something important: worthiness isn't something you achieve. It's something you claim. You don't earn the right to take up space by being perfect. You take up space because you exist, because you work hard, because you refuse to let anyone else's doubt become your truth." We talk for two hours. About college applications and financial aid. About family expectations and cultural obligations. About the guilt of wanting more than your parents had.

"I think the human's greatest flaw is their inability to recognize their self-worth. They don't believe in themselves and are most times ashamed of who they are and what they offer the world. A shoemaker is just as important as the President. If there was no one to make the shoes, what would the President wear? What would all land folks wear? We would all be bare feet. In case you haven't noticed, the human feet are quite delicate. Most of the nerves are there. Shoes prevent a lot of things from happening to our feet. We should be thankful someone has the skills to create such a thing. I know I do. And, most of all, the shoemaker should be proud of himself for the gift he has offered to the

Everything needed to be in perfection. "You know, what?" Athena said aloud for the women to hear. "In order to actualize your true self, you've got to know your worth. And knowing your worth can be really daunting. Not everyone is going to like you and that's okay. If you keep living the way you think you are expected to live, you'd end up being caged. Your true self will not be actualized."

“I was once told that my dreams were too big, that my ambitions were too grand. I was once told that a woman like me, a woman with my background, was meant for a smaller life. I was once told that I was a burden, a liability, a weakness. And for a long time, I believed it. For a long time, I lived in the shadows, a woman who was too afraid to fly. But then, I was given a choice. I was forced to face the truth. And the truth was, my worth was not determined by my past. My self-worth was not determined by a man, by a family, or by an empire. My self-worth was determined by me.” The room was silent, a sea of faces listening with rapt attention. Isabelle’s voice was a whisper now, a raw, emotion

“I wanted to be able to face myself in the mirror for the rest of our lives as the winner of your heart because I fought every man who wanted you, even if the last man I have to fight with is my own self.” “I wanted you to know that you are worth every sacrifice and control. Your trust is worth more than my pride or my self-importance.” “I love you, and I will make sure that I am worthy.” The dam broke. I don’t know why, but his words left me breaking down in tears. I was crying so hard that Victor looked worried, eyeing me.

“Of course. I mean, I did it right under your nose too.” My lips pressed thin as I tried to control the anger surging through me. “I guess you’re working with the big shots now, and they make you feel like you’re worthy of something, but I want you to know your real worth. Nothing. You live a life where you can be banished by even the people you’re working for today at any point in time.” A flicker of fear appeared in her eyes but was quickly masked, so I continued. Harder. “I, on the other hand, am worth everything. In fact, I am worth itself. I am who people claim to know just to get ahead in life, Ashantu. I do not have to pretend to be something else just to live amongst people she break

At this rate, I hope it’s soon. I felt the age-old feelings of self-doubt and worthlessness start to re-surge strongly within my mind and heart. “What good am I if I can't even perform the basic function of a woman?” I whispered out loud. “Maybe Monica was right after all…” I thought about some of the things she said. “I’m literally worthless as a woman. A bag of bones with a weak soul.”

She might say that other women out there is good for me, but that wouldn't make me happy. Astra is enough alone. She is the reason why I choose to stay in this unfair world. It was all about her... "Jane is coming later. Fix your things and prepare yourself," Mom uttered while I was busy eating in the dining table. "Don't put me in shame, Jinx Ezekiel. I am warning you." I didn't listen at her. I wouldn't care if she would get mad at me. I don't care anymore. They just use me for money. It's all about money. Money everywhere. How about me? How about us being used like we have no worth to them?