Quotes About Self-image

Just as pretending to be brave can become real courage, we may find that outfitting ourselves as the person we want to be brings us closer to becoming that person.

You're imagining things. Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind. -Rose Hathaway

Well, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves.

Don't cut it," he said gruffly. "But no one'll see my tattoos if I don't." "Wear it up." -Dimitri, Rose, Dimitri

Was that how I appeared? I often thought of myself as a trigger-happy queen bitch...

But never, ever, had I been called irresponsible. And I kind of liked it.

But, do you know, once you get used to it's rather cute. I mean, if a girl looks alright to start with, she still looks alright with her head smooth.

But, do you know, once you get used to it, it's rather cute. I mean, if a girl looks all right to start with, she still looks all right with her head smooth.

O'Mara sat back down and crossed his legs effortlessly. His freshly creased slacks were the color of butterscotch. His wing-tipped loafers were burgundy. He wore no socks. He had on a starched white shirt, open at the throat, and a blue blazer with brass buttons. My clothes must never fit that well, I thought. I'd be overwhelmed with sexual opportunities, and never get any work done. I promised myself to be careful.

What counts is not what I do, but how I think about myself while I'm doing it.

And despite the eyeliner, and the lipstick that defines her lips, she has a face now that a passerby's gaze will engage and then bounce from, as it would a street sign or a mailbox number. ...this is what aging is...

Good God," I whispered, sitting on the van's cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn't-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that's just…nasty.

I expected it would be the same for me, and I wouldn't show up as a wolf in black tights and a lacy pair of underwear —as amusing as that would be. No way was I going to show them I was a nasty pasty color with freckles.

What a pity it was, he thought, that she wasn't better-looking, that she didn't read the articles in the three-halfpenny Press that told you which colour lipstick went with which natural colouring. With twenty per cent more of what she lacked in these ways, she'd never have run into any of her appalling difficulties: the vices and morbidities bred of loneliness would have remained safely dormant until old age.

My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.

Admit it: you Photoshopped your carnates.

As Mel ushered me into a seat in front of my mirror, I demanded, "This is how I'm supposed to compete with Clotile?

Aren't Valkyries . . . bigger?" She gave him a look of disgust. "The vampire is turning his nose up?" "No, I didn't mean it like that. It's merely difficult to believe, since you're so small." "Small? I'm almost five and a half feet tall, a very good size for a Valkyrie." Then her expression became one of realization as she said, "I hate being called small.

I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

You are what you believe you are.We make images in our minds of what will be based on what we believe or want, what we're afraid of. Dr. Woodhouse to Caulder and Ginny

I guess. I just want to look as old as I am, instead of getting carded for movies.

To be called beautiful was a novelty in his experience.

I never feel sexy. I have a distant relationship with the mirror.

Vanity can apply to both insecurity and egotism.