Quotes About Beauty

There is something so marvelous about women comfortable in their own skin.

Thank you, Daylight and Rearview Mirror, for bringing to light the long, wiry chin hairs I missed during my morning tweeze session. You also exposed my eyebrows as an absolute tragedy. I have enough undetected facial hair to qualify me as a Sasquatch,

If you're anorexic, you're doing it wrong." I swat him with a dish towel. "No, no, I mean anorexics look in the mirror, and even if they're eighty pounds, they still see a fat girl. I'm a hundred pounds heavier than I was in high school, my veins are full of creme fraiche, and yet I look in the mirror, take in the hair and makeup, and think, Damn, baby, you fiiine.

I stuff another handful of Raisinets in my mouth. What gets me is the 'pretty face' bit. 'Cause I won't mind being reminded I'm fat as long as you water it down first. Why not say, Hey I'm going to insult you, but first I will congratulate your fortunate genetics and appropriate appliclation of Bobbi Brown cosmetics to prevent you from hitting me. Sh*t; I kind of prefer being called a 'fat bitch.' At least it doesn't pull any punches.

Marvel at the small wonders around you every day.

Here are some affirmations specific to self-love. Pick one or two that work for you and pummel yourself with them: • I deserve and receive massive amounts of love every moment of every day. • I am one with The Universe. The Universe is awesome and so am I. • My heart is open. Love pours in and out. • I receive all the good that life has to offer me. • I am brilliant, bright, and beautiful. • I love how tall I am and I love the size of my ass.

We're on a planet that somehow knows how to rotate on its axis and follow a defined path while it hurtles through space! Our hearts beat! We can see! We have love, laughter, language, living rooms, computers compassion, cars, fire, fingernails, flowers, music, medicine, mountains, muffins! We live in a limitless Universe overflowing with miracles! The fact that we aren't stumbling around in an inconsolable state of sobbing awe is appalling.

Each and every one of these brave souls standing with him would rather die fighting for virtue and beauty than surrender to a life without either.

I don't have any beauty shop memories. I remember the barber shop.

AS IF TO COMPENSATE for the punitive winter, the city explodes with flowers overnight—making it, if only for a week or two, one of the most beautiful places on earth.

Women, we care a great deal about being thin and good looking, whereas men mostly care about sex -- ideally with women who are thinner and better looking than they are.

How could such an innocent-looking pair of lips leave her feeling so... wicked? Worse yet, how could they reside on a face that was far from innocent? With thick dark hair that was just a fraction too long to be decent, piercing gray eyes, and the hard lines of his face, Dominic Mallory was sin embodied.

Even behind the so-called protection of the changing screen, Dominic could see every line of Katherine's body in the firelight. He supposed he should feel guilty, but that was the furthest thing from his mind as he watched her shadow stoop to pick up her nightgown. By God, she was perfect. From the soft curve of her breasts as the shift slipped over them, to the long lines of her arms and legs, it seemed her body had been plucked from his most detailed, sinful fantasy.

In a few swift motions, he shrugged out of his remaining clothes. In the dwindling fire and candlelight, nothing was left to Katherine's imagination. And now she knew just what all the fuss was about. The man was like a god. From the broad shoulders to the tapered waist, the strong arms and legs, to the hard thrust of an erection that jutted proudly between his legs, he was what a higher power had imagined when He created Man.

My mom really instilled in me that I'm beautiful and I can do anything, and I echo that now with my own girls.

Every forest has its own character, its own whispered rumors and smells.

Jennifer Ackerman

I am grateful to learn from their mistakes, because I am not injecting s--- into my face. I see them and my heart breaks. I think, 'Oh God, if you only know how much older you look.' They are trying to stop the clock and all you can see is an insecure person who won't let themselves just age.

My hair has never been my greatest feature, so that was funny enough unto itself that my hair became so focused on.

You know, I've got wrinkles on my forehead and smile lines, but what's wrong with that? I love to smile.

I was always reading those beauty magazines and wanting to become this unattainable thing.

Mama says it's just her nature. Some people are flowers, and some are thorns.

You are the beauty I've been seeking all my life. My existence was dark, grim, full of struggle, until you. You are the light that pushes the darkness away. When I'm with you, I can see my way, and I can breathe again.

Audrey looked much like Mary- fair-haired with a touch of red in it, and blue-eyed. But while Mary's face was a bit round, holding the robustness of her father, Audrey had the more delicate features of their late mother. Her blue eyes were large in her face, her chin pointed, her mouth soft. When she smiled, she was lovely and ethereal.