I felt ashamed about everything. Me dropping out of high school, me not, you know, just not being beautiful enough. I just didn't feel like I was smart enough or beautiful enough, you know, for years.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was 23 years old, a freshman at university, and there I was, on the first day, sitting in a remedial English class. I was so ashamed I almost got up and left, but somehow I knew inside that if I ran away from this, I would hate myself forever.
I felt ashamed of being different and ashamed of feeling that way.
I thought I wasn't attractive or talented anymore. I cried easily and was depressed and removed. I became emotionally insecure about what the second half of my life would bring. I was angry, scared, frightened and lonely.
I am not ashamed of anything - not my past, not my affairs, not my body, and most definitely not my desire.
I felt profoundly ashamed, I was very much upset.
I am not someone who is ashamed of my past. I'm actually really proud. I know I made a lot of mistakes, but they, in turn, were my life lessons.
Sure, I'm ashamed of a lot of the things I did, but at the same time, I wouldn't be the person I am today if I hadn't gone through those experiences.
Never be ashamed of what or how you feel... just be honest.
I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I'm not ashamed of anything.
I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.