Quotes About Self-image

He wanted to appear bigger than he was because in his own mind, he already was.

I stared in the mirror. Love gone bad showed me a Gorgon. I stared at a dragon. Fire spewed from the mouth of a mountain. And here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue and your girls, your girls. Wasn't I beautiful Wasn't I fragrant and young? Look at me now.

I don't have false teeth. Do you think I'd buy teeth like these?

He was gorgeous on the outside but a train wreck on the inside. I could never understand why he did not see himself the way everyone else did. Brian started Monmouth College the following

the view you adopt for yourself profoundly affects the way you lead your life

yet still I crave the sight of my own hypnotic gaze reflecting out at me from the shared mirror of anorexia and bulimia, number to life and reality, existing only in my self-made tortured state

In fact, in the fixed mindset, adolescence is one big test. Am I smart or dumb? Am I good-looking or ugly? Am I cool or nerdy? Am I a winner or a loser? And in the fixed mindset, a loser is forever.

Believing that your qualities are carved in stone—the fixed mindset— creates an urgency to prove yourself over and over.

In the fixed mindset, imperfections are shameful - especially if you're talented - so they lied them away.

Confabulation, distortion, and plain forgetting are the foot soldiers of memory, and they are summoned to the front lines when the totalitarian ego wants to protect us from the pain and embarrassment of actions we took that are dissonant with our core self-images:

My friends are always conscious of what people think of them. As though life is something that has an audience.

and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

Anorexia isn't about being fat, it's about having fat.

You are whatever and whoever your self-confidence allows you to be

You have to have the kind of body that doesn't need a girdle in order to get to pose in one.

I never thought I'd make the pages of 'Sports Illustrated ' because I've always been skinny.

Who do you want them to think you are? How do you think people see you? Or don't you let them near enough to see. You make up their minds for them. Do you think that you succeed in convincing people that you are what you seem to be?

When we started filming, I tried to keep myself well under the radar so that the powers that be wouldn't notice that I hadn't lost the weight they'd asked me to. I only weighed 110 pounds to begin with, but I carried about half of them in my face. I think they may have put those buns on me so they might function as bookends, keeping my face right where it was, between my ears and no bigger.

I feel like what I look like is government issue, it's pretty much out of my hands. But I invent the stuff I say. That's me.

Not that I'm a big fan of my face, but still- it is mine, whichever way you tilt it. I didn't like my face when I should have and now it's melted, I look back on that face fondly.

There are two choices post forty-five: letting ourselves go or making ourselves sit like good, well-groomed, obliging pets, coats smooth and wrinkle-free, stomachs flat, muscles taut, teeth clean, hair dyed, nails manicured—everything just so. The thing is, though, not only is this completely unnatural, requiring warehouses full of self-control and perseverance, but it demands a level of discomfort you have to be willing to live with 'til death by lap band or liposuction.

I had endless issues with my appearance in Star Wars. Real ones - not ones you bring up so people think you're humble because you secretly find yourself adorable. What I saw in the mirror is not apparently what many teenage boys saw.

Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal beyond our grasp, always shifting and changing and taunting us, because it knows...it knows we can never reach it.

My excess fat scares me — it's a ticking time bomb to my body.