Poem Of Self Worth Novels & Stories

I lifted her face for her to look at my eyes. "Via, hear me out, ok? You're like my little sister and I want to protect you at all cost, but I want you to know your own worth first, I want you to raise your standard more- I'm not saying that he ain't handsome because I admit that he is, but please never chase a man who can't see who you really are, because you're more than just that, Via, you're more than just an admirer. So instead of thinking of him, why don't you just look at yourself in the mirror and see how beautiful you are. You can't define your worth just by telling yourself that he doesn't like you" I paused because I'm already running out of breath, but I'm not bluffing. "Soon, he

What made me push through in life was my decisions—that I have to put others first before me, and so then, maybe they’d see my worth. Only to realize it late—no one will see your worth better than you will. That I also had to protect myself from them. I don’t have to feel sorry for everyone wondering if they are okay or whatever. It’s worse when you keep it all inside—it doesn’t fade, it just stirs inside you when you can’t even do anything.

I was advised to let this go but I didn't listen and am glad I didn't listen ,I won and now I feel happy. Self doubt destroys one's dreams more than being a failure. Am not a failure and I don't doubt myself because when I say I can do it then I know I can do it. Am sure the masters will be asking what trick I used ,I won't tell it's a secret after all. The land is mine and no one can take it from me . The poison hurt me badly,it stings like a needle in my a that doesn't want to go away, every great achievement comes at a sacrifice but my hand is really important to me .

You are special, and I do not know how many people will tell you that before you accept it. 'Joy, I know my potential now, but I keep reminding myself that I do not deserve these things because I do not want them to get into my head. Karim made me know what I am worth and even Khalid's jealousy that I am getting a better life proved it all to me. I would never think of going on this journey if I did not know my worth. Power has a way of changing us. 'You have a point there. I would not want you to become arrogant because of your uniqueness. I will be your guide, your friend, and your companion throughout this journey.'

But once the question landed, the words came faster than she expected. She opened her notebook and wrote: For the girl I used to be— Who thought survival meant silence. And for every woman who believed her worth depended on being chosen. You are not hard to love. You are not hard to keep. You are already enough. —Sophia Grant When the first copy of her book arrived in the mail, she didn’t immediately open the packaging. She sat with it in her lap, fingers tracing the edges. It felt heavy—but not in a burdensome way. It felt full. Like something sacred had been sealed within its pages.

It wasn't just her reputation, it was her self-worth because reputation could easily be stained by people who wanted to ruin it. Your self-worth is yours. Loving yourself and seeing the real value of yourself was more important than the words of other people about you. If you give up on yourself that was the real end of you. Arabella could not just throw everything she believed in just because his Bill is back. "I will make everything right, just trust me on this, okay?" Bill pulled her closer. His eyes knew that she was worried and troubled with their current situation. " Just promise me that you will not give up on me again. Okay?" Bill held her beautiful face as his eyes were sincerely ta

"I know I'm useless. I've lost all faith in myself... If others despise me, I despise myself, too." "If you don't even believe in your own worth, why would anyone else?" Adelaide said softly. "Tamara, you have to learn to protect yourself first."

"I get it Zee. I really do." "No, I do not think you do. Because you say that you get it, I mean the words do come out of your mouth. But I can not help think that you did not understand that. That you took the complete opposite instead. I know how you are, and I know how you do it. You are happy, and then one slip up, no matter how minimal it is. It knocks down everything that you have worked on. Or it takes down everything that you have worked for. It is not worth it. It is not worth your mental state of mind, neither is it worth you being miserable or worst than that. You thinking that you are not worth it. Because you are, I will keep saying it, until it gets cemented in to your head. Y

“I don’t want to be Daniel Lawson’s wife anymore. I don’t want to walk into a room and have that be the first thing people think.” He held my gaze for a moment. “Then we change what they think.” “How.” “By showing them something different,” he said. “Every room you walk into from now on, you walk in as yourself. Not as his wife. Not as my arrangement. As yourself.” I looked at him and thought about a woman in a green dress at a gala telling a man twice her size that he should have moved faster. I had been that woman once. Somewhere in the last seven years she had gotten quieter and smaller and easier and I had told myself that was just growing up.

And as I stood there, watching the soft rise and fall of my daughter’s breath, I realized something simple, powerful, and whole: I was unworthy no more. Not because of a title, a victory, or even love, but because I had finally remembered who I was before they tried to break me. And no serpent, no storm, no shadow could ever take that away again.