I have lots:
The axe forgets but the tree remembers
In a society that profits from your self-doubt, liking yourself is a rebellious act.
If you do not pick a day to relax, then your body will pick it for you.
You don't have to be pretty. You don't owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/ spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street.
You don't owe it to your mother, you don't owe it to your children, you don't owe it to civilisation in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked female.
Long ago, when I was in my insecure twenties, I met a clever, independent, creative, and powerful woman in her mid-seventies, who offered me a superb piece of life wisdom. She said:
"We all spend our twenties and thirties trying so hard to be perfect, because we're so worried about what people will think of us.
Then we get into our forties and fifties, and we finally start to be free, because we decide that we don't give a damn what anyone thinks of us.
But you won't be completely free until you reach your sixties and seventies, when you finally realise this liberating truth- nobody was ever thinking about you, anyhow. They aren't. They weren't. They never were. People are mostly just thinking about themselves…”