Quotes About Appearance

My livelihood depends on my surface beauty, but when I wash my face, I see a real person there.

I don't wash my hair really too much, and I just roll out of bed and try to push it out of my eyes.

I have strong hair, so if I've had a good haircut, I can wash my hair in the bath and not worry about it.

I actually got a lot of negative feedback about my hair on 'The Bachelor' because I like to just wash it and go.

I did not feel beautiful. I didn't know anyone who looked like me. I remember asking my mum to wash the brown off me in the bath.

My appearance when I show up at the salon after washing my hair and going to bed the night before is my true self.

Hair is an issue for most women, and after washing, blow-drying, flat-ironing, curling, braiding, twisting and spending the time and money on it, who wants to mess it up by sweating and having to do it all over again?

Washington is Hollywood for ugly people.

His beard was matted, and he was missing several teeth (his remaining teeth, emboldened by the extra room, had rebelled against the tyranny of standing in line).

He seemed simultaneously strong and soft, as if he had ended up with a lot of muscles rather by accident and didn't care about keeping them.

But I'd learned the hard way that you can't tell by looking if a guy is destined to hurt you. From the outside, they all look nice.

Sides, i don't like the posed pics.They're not the real person.They're a reflection of what the person wants the world to think of her-not what she really is.

What are you doing?" Tiffany sked. Holding the cap, I faced her. "I have to wear the cap to get a discounted price on the barbecue." She snatched the cap from between my fingers. "You're not ruining my creation with a baseball hat. Pay full price. Beauty isn't cheap.

I blew it." "How'd you do that?" she asked. I gave her a quick rundown of all my most memorable moments, including the mascara fiasco. "Like he noticed," Bird said when I was finished. "Oh, he noticed. I've never had a guy look at me that hard before. He was probably trying to figure out if it was a birthmark, a tattoo, or if I was preparing for Halloween a few months early.

Mom told me you got hit by a ball last night, but I didn't think it would be that nasty looking. Does it hurt?" "It's tender," I admitted. "I have some makeup that will cover it right up. No one will know." "Maybe I want people to know. Maybe I see it as a badge of honor." "Please. It looks like the first stage of turning into a zombie.

I didn't realize you were wearing any. That night, anyway. Tonight it's pretty obvious." "Oh." Didn't I feel silly? "I thought--" I shook my head. "Never mind." On second thought… "You don't like all the makeup?" "I just don't think you need it. I mean, you look pretty without it.

You remember my roommate, Brad, right?" Since he made a nightly appearance in my dreams and was plastered all over my computer screen at home, yeah, I remembered him.

She looks just as I imagined. Scuzzy blonde hair, blemished skin, mean eyes. A walking, sentient yeast infection.

I bitterly resent all that wasted time. And what I resent most of all is that the ones I did get never, never looked like the Greek statues." "The Greek-statue types may have been too busy going out with other boys to notice you.

Did you ever notice that women can seem common while men never do? You won't ever hear anyone describe a man's appearance as common. The common man means the average man, a typical man, a decent hardworking person of modest dreams and resources. A common woman is a woman who looks cheap. A woman who looks cheap doesn't have to be respected, and so she has a certain value, a certain cheap value.

No Tank Tops, the sign had said at Youth Guidance. Because it was presumed the parents didn't know better than to show up to court looking like hell. The sign might have said Your Poverty Reeks.

Whatever she was or wasn't, she looked like a liar and he liked liars.

Silent people can be misleading, suggesting profundity and thoughtfulness where there may be none.

The common man means the average man, a typical man, a decent hardworking person of modest dreams and resources. A common woman is a woman who looks cheap. A woman who looks cheap doesn't have to be respected, and so she has a certain value, a certain cheap value.