Quotes About Being Insecure Novels & Stories

Or worse, maybe she didn’t have a personality at all. Wow. Insecure much? Problem was… once those self-doubts surfaced, they multiplied. Maybe men were leery of becoming tabloid fodder if they publicly dated her. Maybe men were sick of big-boobed blondes. Maybe she should lose ten pounds, buy a whole new slutty wardrobe and then she’d have men falling at her feet. Maybe you can wave your magic wand from the prop department and generate world peace. This negativity and second-guessing is not helping. You’ve never needed a man’s approval to feel secure or to define you on any level—personally or professionally.

I should have known better, however. "I will keep you both safe. You don't have to worry about that." He said reassuringly, and I had no doubts about his ability to keep us safe. "I know that you wouldn't let anything happen to us. It's just that I am worried about you and me." I said, whispering, ashamed of having this conversation. I feel like an insecure child. In a sense, I will always be that insecure child nobody wanted. I feel like I almost trapped him now into a relationship with me. "If it weren't for Winnie, you wouldn't want to be with me."

“You know, all this while I thought you didn’t want us to come out because you were worried about me and how people would treat me if I came out as bi. Now I know it’s because of you and your insecurities and it has nothing to do with me.” In that moment, I felt like Blake had slapped me in front of a crowd. I hated that I was the only one crying in this conversation. I hated that I could feel the magnitude of his words to the extent that breathing became hard. I hated that he was right about what he said. I was insecure. I spent my days wondering when Blake was going to realize I wasn’t all that and leave me and spent my nights dreaming of him abandoning me for some girl. I knew I was insec

I started gazing at the engaged minds, my each and every word running to the opening of their ear, hoping to inspire and capture their hearts. "You should be a priority, you should be happy, the person you give your all to should never have you questioning your worth. Don't be afraid to ask for reassurance because it is only human nature to question things. Before you fall into someone, heal you, know you, love you, and Respect you. Learn that love without respect is not love and know that you are more than enough," I finished and loud applause sounded, I lifted my drink saying a small thank you as I moved off the stage, my forced confidence finally getting its chance to rest after the battl

, she said after a long pause. I pressed my lips and took a while to respond. "Do you remember our conversation on the terrace that night? Our first conversation on the terrace", I said. "I— I do", she mumbled. "Do you remember what you said? An adult should have the ability to get fixed. That's how life works. We can't depend on others. Because then we start depending on the person who fixed us, we start being protective and possessive for them, we start being insecure that we may lose them too. Then– We become toxic as hell. We kill ourselves in insecurity and kill them with our toxicity. Our insecurity frustrates them and makes them walk away from us. Then– we are again shattered"

My words were softer, more like a whisper, “We think we’re not like normal people?” “Maybe…” She answered softly, “And we know we don’t have the luxury to take things for granted, maybe that’s what got you so possessive and afraid. So I think when that insecurity of yours is sealed away, you’ll be fine.” “But I still did something so ugly, just because I was afraid…” I answered, “And I don’t know if my possessiveness is going to go away.”

she comments. I know that the thing was fading but I'm very insecure about it. "Yeah but...." I sigh putting my top back on. "No buts, you're going to that gala. It's about time you get over all these insecurities. Jack was a jerk. Hey that almost rhymed. But jokes apart, he's a moron for everything he said, don't let him win by letting his words affect you" she says and I nod solemnly. I know she's right but insecurities don't just die overnight.

I replied, trying to sound confident, but insecurity crept into every word. “That woman was just lucky in life!” a friend insisted, laughing. “What can she have that you don’t? You are much prettier and smarter!” Her words were an attempt at comfort, but they didn't help me at all. It was like a hole in my stomach was opening, revealing a truth I had been trying to ignore.

She smiled again, a smile that felt like sunlight slipping into the cracks of a dark room. He should’ve walked away then. He knew it. Every instinct in him screamed that this was dangerous—dangerous for her, dangerous for him. But something stronger kept his feet rooted to the floor. She looked down at her notebooks, fumbling with them a little, and then said something that completely disarmed him. “I hope I don’t mess it up, though. I’m not very good with schedules. I forget things easily.” She made a silly little face, sticking her tongue out slightly in mock embarrassment.

Xandar’s nose nuzzled her neck as he whispered, “I felt a little of the insecurity you mentioned last night. It sucks. And I doubt what I felt was anywhere close to what you had to handle. I don’t know how you do it, baby.” Lucianne was even more lost, “Xandar, why would you have to feel insecure? Being in your position, you’d never had anyone implicitly telling you or even suggesting that you’re worthless. And I told you before that no one sees me the way you see me. There is zero need to be insecure.”