Quotes About Self-image

I was anorexic-bulimic when I was 16-17. It was a top secret that time, but these things always are.

It has been my face. It's got older still, or course, but less, comparatively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry wrinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed, as some with fine feature have done. It's kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste.

Sono come voglio apparire, anche bella se gli altri lo vogliono, o carina, carina diciamo per i familiari, per loro e basta, insomma posso diventare come gli altri vogliono che sia. E credici. Anche credere che sono affascinante. Dal momento che lo credo, so anche farlo diventare vero agli occhi di chi mi vede e desidera che io sia di suo gusto.

I know it's not a question of beauty, though, but of something else, for example, yes, something else -- mind, for example. What I want to seem I do seem, beautiful too if that's what people want me to be.

Her eyes are closed, but she is very far from being asleep. Even the shape of her face is altered, different. Her features are shrunken, aged. She has suddenly become what she, as she is, would be if she were ugly.

Después ya bo me han dicho que tengo un hermoso cabello, quiero decir que ya no me lo han dicho tanto, como lo decían antes, antes de cortármelo. Después, más bien han dicho: tiene una mirada bonita. La sonrisa también, no está mal.

Después ya no me han dicho que tengo un hermoso cabello, quiero decir que ya no me lo han dicho tanto, como lo decían antes, antes de cortármelo. Después, más bien han dicho: tiene una mirada bonita. La sonrisa también, no está mal.

Puedo convertirme en lo que quieran que sea. Y creerlo. Creer, además, que soy encantadora. En cuanto lo creo, se convierte en realidad para quienes me ven y desean que sea de una manera acorde con sus gustos, también lo sé.

La beauté de Catherine de Mainau n'était plus qu'un souvenir ; au lieu de miroirs, elle avait dans sa chambre ses portraits d'autrefois. (p. 86)

Hamstrung as I am with shortness and a tendency to roundness, which I need to watch like a hawk, I certainly don't look the part.

mistakenly thinking that if you improve your hair you can improve your life.

I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't.

I want to grow old without facelifts. I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I have made.

Even as children they had been good in fact, but also in order to be seen as good. There was something disturbingly like hypocrisy about it all...

The unwillingness of the rich guy to take advantage of being a rich guy for fear of looking like a rich guy was a chain of logic too Ouroborosian to ponder for too long.

One shouldn't ever do anything to protect one's dignity. You either have it or you don't.

One finds oneself being defined by one's job. The job expiates us from sin; it excuses us our excesses and our lapses. That we are tired, or ill, or in extremis and yet persevere is all we have, sometimes, to sustain our image of ourselves.

A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes. —MAHATMA GANDHI

Two minutes of posing can lead to the changes that either configure your brain to be assertive, confident, and comfortable, or really stress reactive. Our bodies are able to change our minds!

It was admitted by all her friends, and also by her enemies, — who were in truth the more numerous and active body of the two, — that Lizzie Greystock had done very well with herself. We will tell the story of Lizzie Greystock from the beginning, but we will not dwell over it at great length, as we might do if we loved her.

The foundation of England's greatness is that Englishmen hate to look fools.

The effect of knowing one looks one's best is enormously bracing.

That's wrong, Mrs. Winning was thinking, you mustn't ever talk about whether people like you, that's bad taste.

Now, she thought; I may go mad, but at least I look like a lady.