Quotes About Empowerment

Do you know hot to drive? he asked. Sure, she said. This one is the gas.

For once, you believed in yourself. You believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it -- it wan't Will's. It was mine.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

All the bitchy girls in the world are just a training ground for what men can do to you.

Sure, it sucked to be lost, but I'd long ago realized I preferred it to depending on anyone else to get me where I needed to go. That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened- good, bad, or anywhere in between- it was always, if nothing else, all your own.

It's true. It's like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls, Colie. it's so easy. it's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. You could do it all along.

Self respect, Colie. If you don't have it, the world will walk all over you.

Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine.

Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.

She's a baby, Maggie told me. Babies wear pastels. Says who? I asked. ... Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and spice and everything nice, which engourages them to not be assertive. And that, in turn, then leads to low self-esteem, which can lead to eating disorders and increased tolerance and acceptance of domestic, sexual, and substance abuse.

We can all be beautiful girls.

For all the invisible girls and for my readers, for seeing me

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

You didn't fail. You just opted out. There's a difference.

Can she be divorced? I asked. And famous for her commercials and ideas? She can be anything, Boo told me, and this is what I remember most, her freckled face so solemn, as if she knew she was the first to tell me. And so can you.

Maybe if I'd agreed to do the debutante thing like she wanted. Or taken up pageants instead of riding jump bikes with a bunch of grungy boys. I'd always tell her, why can't I do both? Who says you have to be either smart or pretty, or into girly stuff or sports? Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?

And don't change for a guy, ever, Leah added. If they're worthy, they'll like you just the way you are.

It was great. Freedom even the imagined kind always is.

You can make your life, or life can make you. Was it really that simple of a choice?

I have boobs! Chloe said again, a bit too loudly— she'd already had a couple of mini bottles at the Spot. My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.

Who says you have to be either smart or pretty, or into girly stuff or sports? Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?

It was a basic plot in any number of her books: girl strikes out, makes good, finds love, gets revenge. In that order. The making good and striking out part I liked. The rest would just be bonus.