Poem Of Self Worth Novels & Stories

"To kidnapped is not a fun sight Diego, especially at that age. Please just let me try..." "And kill yourself? you want to kill yourself?!!" "I worth it", I said. "And you feel like you don't have a worth , your life doesn't have a worth?". I shrugged sadly, "I don't anything to live for honestly so why not ", I said in a sad whisper.

"You stopped." "I do not deserve you," he said. "Deserve has nothing to do with it," I replied, shaking my head slowly. I have spent my whole life being told I was not good enough, not worthy enough, and not deserving of love or kindness or safety. But standing here, looking at you, and holding you while you fall apart, I realize that worth is not something you earn, it is something you are, and you, Alejandro, are worthy of being held, worthy of being loved, and worthy of being forgiven for the things you did not even do.

I hope my name tastes like poison when it comes out of your mouth and your heart stings when you hear it. In the end, I hope everything you put me through was well worth it. Because I’ve slipped right through your grip, and you will never get me back. The girl who has nothing but self-love and confidence when she wakes up in the morning. That now, even though it took a long time, she realizes her worth and will never let anybody take advantage or walk all over her ever again. It is a shame you didn’t appreciate what you had until it was gone.”

I looked at the photograph and I understood, with the particular clarity of a thought that has been waiting for the noise to stop, what I actually wanted. I also wanted to be her. Not Seraphina specifically. Not her life or her choices or the man she had chosen. I wanted what she had found in the months since the divorce, that specific quality of selfhood, the solid, unperformed, undefended knowledge of your own worth that does not require external confirmation because it is rooted in something that cannot be acquired or structured or managed into existence. I had built an empire. I had built it on the principle that worth was measurable and that the measure was resources and that resources

An apology will never do it. I hope hurting me was worth it. I hope losing me was worth it. I hope that whore you fucked at Harrison was worth it. I hope my name tastes like poison when it comes out of your mouth and your heart stings when you hear it. In the end, I hope everything you put me through was well worth it. Because I've slipped right through your grip, and you will never get me back. The girl who has nothing but self-love and confidence when she wakes up in the morning. That now, even though it took a long time, she realizes her worth and will never let anybody take advantage or walk all over her ever again.

"Then I realized money was never what mattered. Success was never what made me valuable. I was chasing—validation. Proof I was smart. Proof I was worthy. Proof I—mattered. But you cannot prove that with money. You cannot buy worth. You cannot—earn value. You just have it. Or you do not. And I did not. Not because I was broke. Because I was empty. Had nothing inside except need to prove something. To someone. To everyone. To—myself." He looked at Hope. Really looked. "You remind me of me. Trying to prove worth through action. Through foundation. Through saving people. But Hope—" His voice was gentle. "Your worth is not determined by how many children you save. How much you atone. How much you

The whole rock is quite and the only sounding can hear is thag of my loud sniffles. “You are not all thag she said about you and you should know thag. One thing you should Jen about yourself is that you should know your self worth we should it be dabble around by the words did those around you. With the clear conscience, you shouldn’t be affected by words like this”Hernwords further finds away into my ears.

Worth is known when it is gone, As even breath is valued only after you race, Limbs are valued only when they break And love is valued only after you hate. ...................................................

And that’s not who u are Not eeven papa could dissuade you from studying medicine to doing whato you loved or going on those tracks and trying out to bee an athlete Its not the same thing she countered , though her sisters words had hit closer that she cared to share Isn’t it You want him right Well ..i mean yeah I do she said with her head down , but we can never Hey sweety you deserve to be happy , don’t sell yourself short. He is thee lucky one here not you Laughing she raised her head . thanks I needed that

I was sure it wouldn’t affect our work. I was getting myself all worked up, thinking this was it, the moment my heart got shattered, as I was not worth having a man in my life. I have been beaten down emotionally so many times over the years by my Mother and sister that I have allowed doubt of my own personal worth to consume me with self-depreciation. I may appear confident to others, and in many ways, I am strong and confident in all that I do, but when it comes to a man and how to keep one, I am low.