Quotes About Self-image

Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "Man surrounds himself with images of himself.

Most people see themselves as either better than they really are or worse than they really are, with an imbalanced focus on the positive or the negative. Humility means we see ourselves accurately, accept the way we have been created, and celebrate our uniqueness.

Never, Never Call Yourself a "Landlord

Your self-portait decides your conduct.

I told my mom, 'I'm not buying another magazine until I can get past this thought of looking like the girl on the cover'. She said, "Miley, you are the girl on the cover,' and I was, like, 'I know, but I don't feel like that girl every day.' You can't always feel perfect.

Too pretty. That's her problem.

Does your mirror Bedevil you?

The truth is, if I were going to lose weight successfully, I would have to think about what I eat constantly. I cannot imagine a life more boring and a more time-consuming obsession than being preoccupied with watching what I eat. I mean, maybe being in a coma would be more boring, but at least then you're free to dream about all of your favorite foods. And the fact of the matter is, I don't have that much brain space to use thinking about it.

A not 100-percent-perfect-looking-in-every-way female? You might as well film a dead squid decaying on a beach somewhere for two hours.

The truth is, if I were going to lose weight successfully, I would have to think about what I eat constantly. I cannot imagine a life more boring and a more time-consuming obsession than being preoccupied with watching what I eat.

I have a complicated relationship with my body. ... I thought of it as the vehicle that carried me to and from places my brain wants to go, like my car.

One of the great things about women's magazines is that they accept that drinking water and sitting quietly will make your breasts huge and lips plump up to the size of two bratwursts.

This photo is more significant because it is a rare time where my head looks normal size. I have enormous head, so it is important to me to have a few flattering, head-minimizing photos.

I'm pretty happy with the way I look, so long as I don't break a beach chair.

People sometimes sweetly say that I have "child-bearing hips," but what they really mean is that I have hips that will definitely knock over your drink if you are sitting next to me on a plane and I have to get up to use the bathroom.

After all these years with friends who are five ten or taller, I have come to carry myself with the confidence of a tall person. It's all in the head. It works out.

One of the great things about women's magazines is that they accept that drinking water and sitting quietly will make your breasts huge and lips plump up to the size of two bratwursts. Maybe

Time changes nothing, girl, but the size of your underwear. . .and hopefully your hairdo.

That said, the spaces between my features are in perfect proportion to each other. So far no one has noticed this. Also my ears: darling little shells. I wear my hair tucked behind them and try to enter crowded rooms ear-first, walking sideways.

She looked at me for a long time and then pulled an old envelope out of the trash and drew a pear on it. "This is how your body is shaped. See? Teeny tiny on top and not so tiny on the bottom." Then she explained the illusion created by wearing dark colors on the bottom and bright colors on top. When I see other women with this color combination I check to see if they're a pear too and they always are—two pears can't fool each other.

herself to be ugly, enormous, ungainly, taller than is acceptable, 'bosoms, swinging like jelly bags,' forever cursed as the plain daughter of a beautiful mother.

I think I've done every crazy diet there was in the beginning, but it's weird: I'm thinner now than I was when I was modeling. I don't obsess about it.

her newly coiffed hair now jutting from her head like feathers on a badly plucked chicken.

It is also why there is so little tolerance for substantive dis- sent, or fundamental critique, in America. Since our identity is in fact quite brittle, we have to be constantly telling ourselves how fabulous we are.