Quotes About Self-image

Barbie ruined my life! It's a really bad image for women. For a long time I thought I was deformed - because my heels didn't touch the ground. I was walking around on tiptoes. What's up with that? I think that it's a bad thing for a woman to try to emulate.

I hate my feet. I don't like my hands, either: they're like lions' paws. When I was in the Boosh, in a catsuit and gold heels, I was constantly thinking, 'I hate the way I look.' I should have just enjoyed myself, because that was as good as it was going to get.

My favorite part of my appearance is my height. I'm five foot one and I feel feminine being small.

I don't know where I got the height from; dad was only five-foot-seven and my brother's five-foot eight.

Height has been very, very central to the development of my personality.

I have a love/hate relationship with my height - I am 6 ft. 4 in.

I cant help having a sexy body.

Of course, I want to look good, as that helped me get jobs. But it didn't get me the jobs I wanted and it held me back.

I'm not cut out to play a filmi hero. I don't look like a hero.

I certainly don't think of myself as an action hero.

I didn't want to be a hero to kids; I didn't think I had that. I just wanted to be popular.

I spent my life playing heroes because I looked like one.

None of the Bollywood heroines have butts like Salma Hayek and J Lo.

Hey, I'm big-boned.

Hey, it isn't bad that I look young.

I always tried to hide the fact that I was an athlete. I just wanted to be normal.

What if I should look ugly without being bad - look ugly myself because I am making ugly things beautiful? - What then?

Those who are content with what they are, have the less concern about what they seem.

But her mother was one of those weakest of women who can never forget the beauty they once possessed, or quite believe they have lost it, remaining, even after the very traces of it have vanished, as greedy as ever of admiration.

Certainly it was his own face, but it seemed to him that it had changed more than he had change inside. The emotions it registered would be different from the ones he felt.

Would you believe it? – the instant she clapped eyes on me, she said that she saw I had taken to dyeing my hair! I was never more shocked, for it is quite untrue! It is not dyeing one's hair merely to restore its colour when it begins to fade a little! I denied it, of course, but all she did was to give the horridest laugh, which made me feel ready to sink, as you may suppose!

I should be astonished to learn that he regards me as anything other than a dowdy schoolgirl! Yes, I should be too,' agreed the Job's comforter on the other side of the table.

I work out, but I'm not doing it specifically because I show my butt on TV.

With my grey hair and workaholic attitude, I can't imagine being hot by any standard.