Poem Of Self Worth Novels & Stories

She could have said more, could have spelled it out, but why give Yumi the satisfaction of a full confession? Thea leaned closer, her voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "You know, Yumi, some people chase after fleeting pleasures, scraps left behind by others. They settle for being a secret, a disposable toy. But then, some know their worth and stand tall even when the world tries to knock them down." She straightened up, her gaze hardening. "I may have been disowned, but I have more self-worth in my little finger than you'll ever have in your pathetic existence."

“I have never been free, Madame. I have always been watching closely with my actions, although I admit that sometimes, I am just too lazy to change my bad vices and actions, which made the restrictions useless.” The baroness sighed before pouring tea on her cup. “Oh, Cassey. Your life is a real poetry. It is beautiful and measured.” “I really wish it was that beautiful, Madame. All I could see is miserable.” “That is because you do not really look at yourself, but on your environment. Of course, you would find it miserable.” “…” “Well, I wonder what brings you here? And it seems you are looking for my son… Have you perhaps thought of dating that poor guy?”

Coming forward to me, Maureen gently pulled me around to face her by placing her hands on my shoulder and turning me around. "Ava, you are looking absolutely stunning right now, but even before we began our transformational act on you, you were already very stunning when we first saw you. Listen to me, your worth is not in how you seem; rather, it is in the way that you are here. I hope you are aware of this?" She continued by pointing to the location where my heart was located and saying, "Your worth is in what and how you think about yourself. You alone are the only person who can truly assess your worth. One more thing, my dear, you are the author of your own story, and you are the queen

"Being poor or simple does not make you worthless or low-class. It doesn't mean you are inferior or less valuable than anyone else. It just means you were born differently, and your path in life is different from theirs. Those people who look down on us, humiliate us, and treat us badly… they are the ones who are truly poor inside. They have no heart, no kindness, and no true dignity inside their souls. They measure everything by money and status, but they don't know that these things are temporary and can be lost within seconds. But what you have inside your heart—your kindness, sincerity, loyalty, and goodness… these things are priceless, permanent, and truly valuable." His words entered d

"How do you come back from something like that, Dad? How do you rebuild your self-worth after someone you're supposed to love looks at you like you're nothing?" The question hit me like a physical blow. In all my years as a warrior, facing down rogues and rival pack members, I had never felt as helpless as I did in this moment. I could fight external enemies, could protect my daughter from physical harm, but this kind of damage—the kind that came from within, that ate away at your sense of self—this was beyond my ability to fix. "You remember who you are," I said finally. "You remember that his opinion doesn't define your worth. That boy—and that's all he is, despite his fancy title—he's a c

I'm tired of this shit whole, I am tired of this endless cycle, I am tired of being an item. I need to be valued and respected. I'm worth it and more.

I have no self-worth nor value! Because why the fvck was I thinking of giving this horrible man a second chance just this morning?

He just looked at me as if not able to comprehend the language I was speaking in, his eyes screaming at me 'have you lost it. "I don't know how your brain works, but for me what you had done have just compelled me to think, that's the Onika I fell in lov...I..I mean..I am proud of more than I can ever express in words. Fighting for your own self respect is something I can never consider stupid, damn the consequence. Standing up for yourself is the most important thing you can ever do for yourself, nothing else matters." Lord in heaven, Is this man for real? I wonder how long will it take for him to finally realise, I am not worth the trouble.

Where they don't even feel ashamed of talking about me in front of me, demonizing myself and the person I love the most, my mother! I only now realized how worthless I was in the eyes of Hilbert and all those people, but why did all this have to happen to me? Am I that unworthy to be happy? "Why, Hilbert? Why do you have to do all this to me!" "Has all this time my sacrifice for you not been enough for you to be able to consider me, to make this self valuable in you, Hilbert?" "Why do you have to treat me this low, make me the subject of a bet, and then just hand me over to another Alpha!"

Who knew those seven little honest words would be the start of a whole new kind of emotional pain? ‘‘Water finds its own level. I should accept my fate. You can’t rise above your station, no matter how hard you try, what accent you give yourself or how expensive your clothes may be.’’ It’s the most self-depreciating thing that has come out of my mouth in a long time, but he’s ruined my mental state and I can’t see beyond the misery right now. I started life as a worthless common shell being used by men, for men, and that’s exactly where I am now. I never climbed out of my dark hole; I just found myself much more dangerous captors.