Quotes About Self-image

The narrower their lives, the wider their hips.

she would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people.

Thrown, in this way, into the binding conviction that only a miracle could relieve her, she would never know her beauty. She would only see what there was to see: the eyes of other people.

Your work - in even the smallest things - it is a mirror of you.

She was beautiful?not a word anyone usually used to describe an eleven-year-old girl. Cute was more common, or pretty. Beautiful dug deeper than a girl that age could normally stand up to. But Dee was beautiful.

You know, when you're a fat guy you don't need a reason to sweat. Guys come up to me and go "Jeez... what have you been doing - jumping rope in the attic or something?"..."Umm, no... I peeled an orange about an hour ago, why?

Each time she brushed her fingers over the convex curve of her stomach, she noticed that the minister's wife, the upper part of her face a whirring glass eye, would purse her lips with disgust. Camille began to rub her stomach more and more often, smiling as the minister's wife expressed her sour displeasure with the proceedings like a Pavlovian response.

Sometimes she even wore cardigans, what she felt women wore when their sex life was over.

We lose June. We lose July. In August we look in mirrors and want to die.

Women practice their obsession with the body in private. Alone, with despair, we glance into the mirror and down at the scale, hopeful and anguished in our quest for the body's reduction.

Outside every fat man there was an even fatter man trying to close in.

And narcissists don't love themselves. They hardly have any selves to begin with. They put all their energy into the fake image that they wear like a mask. Only there's nothing but dead space behind it.

But any time you have a thought in your head about you that didn't come from the heart of God, you're trespassing against your own body.

Every time we demean ourselves we are talking badly about the Artist and the Model.

Being sexy is exhausting.

But why did you upgrade me?" "Because you're not a skinny dwarf." "Is that an insult?" "Is it? Would you like to be a skinny dwarf? Because even though you're acting like Grumpy—

When you're surrounded by peers at their peak of beauty, it's impossible to forget your own imperfections. My weight was like a Dementor, always close, always stealing happiness, something I always tried and failed to escape.

I'm eighty-two, can you believe it?" She's actually ageless, given that her purple face is stretched tighter than an eggplant. "So what did you have done?" I ask, unable to help myself. "The whole package," she says. "Got my eyelids done, some Botox, a little filler, chin implant, cheekbones, got my lips done, neck lift, breast implants, tummy tuck, ass lift.

Yes. So Rachel can enjoy that for years to come, because what woman doesn't fret over this? After all, don't we all walk around with mirrors in our panties, making sure our labia looks plump enough? I try to fix my face, but I'm fairly sure my disgust shows.

Although she hadn't seen her parents for years, it turned out that a parent's disapproval was a powerful, lingering voice that shaped and defined one's self-image.

You look great," he said. It made her smile, even if it was a lie. "I'm as big as a house." He laughed. "I like houses. In fact, I'm thinking about architecture as a career.

Lack of attention from Daddy made me think less of me and not less of him.

I went to the Performing Arts School and studied classical ballet. That attitude is something that's put into your head. You are never thin enough.

When you change the way you see yourself as a speaker, the speaker your audience sees will change." CARMINE GALLO You