Quotes About Self-image

I don't want to look like Michael Jackson.

I once died my hair blonde, and it looked like an orangey-red carrot top. It was the '80s, and I was trying to look like George Michael. At the time, the ladies loved it, and I loved it too!

Looking at the Obamas, they have a lot to manage with their children and having Michelle go out and have everybody comment on what she was wearing, what it means. I think you have to create a pretty large private world to live in.

If you had known me in middle school, I was definitely not what someone would think of as Brad Pitt. That was not me. I was kind of a dork.

It amazes me. I'm just a fat, middle-aged, bald guy, but people still want to meet me.

I don't always feel like a million dollars, but I try not to let anybody know.

I've dyed my hair a million times and it looks terrible, always. It just looks fake. And it doesn't make me look that much younger.

People will send me pictures of T-shirts with my face on it and it's nothing that I ever would've imagined in a million years as a kid.

People should make up their own mind about what they think of me.

I have been lucky, of course. Like, last year, if I went out, I'd have to fight to chat someone up. This year, I look exactly the same, which is really scruffy, and yet lots of people seem to have just changed their minds and decided I'm really sexy.

Our minds want clothes as much as our bodies.

I'd like to have longer hair, but mine just doesn't grow.

I like the French kind of style because it's simple and minimal. I have blonde hair and big lips, and when I do too much I think sometimes I don't look very well, you know?

I don't know how the 'Richie' started. My name is Richard, and they called me Dick in the minor leagues.

If I really seem vain, it is that I am only vain in my ways—not in my heart. The worst women are those vain in their hearts, and not in their ways.

for unfortunately the person most dogged in the belief in a false reputation is always that one, the possessor, who has the best means of knowing that it is not true.

I look into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, 'Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin!

Oh my love, my love, why do I love you so? she whispered there alone; for she you love is not myself, but one in my image; the one I might have been!

Springfield in 1938 was not a center for plastic surgery. In Springfield, you wore your face as it was.

In trying to act rich by imitating big-spending rich people, who is Rodney really impressing? Certainly it is not the rich! In reality, he impresses only himself and some of his friends who enjoy impersonating the glitteringly rich.

How crazy it is to be "yourself" by trying to live up to an image of yourself you have unconsciously created in the minds of others.

Eyes that looked out into the world, that took in so cleverly light, shape, and movement--why should it be important what they themselves looked like? The thing is that it was. Not what we see, but how we are seen.

Perfection....it functions as a form of myopia, a preoccupation with self-image that can stunt emotional growth.

Being slender is undoubtedly elegant but neurotic self-obsession is not. - Madame Dariaux