Quotes About Self-image

I was glad I wasn't pretty anymore. It was so much easier to do things like this without being pretty.

Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work but important.

I did not take enough care with my hair, but a permanent wave would fix that. I was not thin enough, but for that, alas, there was no quick fix. I should never put more than the equivalent of three peas on my fork at a time, or one small disk of carrot. I should always leave two thirds of my meal on my plate, and was never to eat in public.

But who am I if I'm not Janie the bulimic? Bulimia has become so much a part of me that I can't remember what it felt like not to purge. It's been this secret that I have hidden from my parents and my friends (well, except for Nancy) and the rest of the world. It's the way I can let off the pressure of always feeling like I'm not smart enough, I'm not thin enough, not pretty enough, not funny enough, just plain not enough enough.

When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.

When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.

Looking at her, I thought again how beautiful she was - even in jeans and a T-shirt, no makeup, she was breathtaking. So much so that it was hard to believe she could ever have looked at herself and seen anything else.

You walk around like a dog waiting to be kicked. And when someone does, you pout and cry like you didn't deserve it. No one deserves to be kicked. You do if you don't think you're worth any better.

How do ugly men make their way through life? He thinks of Michelotto. When he walks down the street men take half a step back from him. But he, Cesare, wields a different power. His face has always been his first weapon. Look at me, it says. I am what you see: easy on the eye, strong to the taste, a man with substance, someone to admire, for how can beauty this natural lie?

The trouble with letting people see you at your worst isn't that they'll remember; it's that you'll remember.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. But you're... Pretty? Think again. She smiled. I'm Tally Youngbood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.

But you weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.

Becoming pretty doesn't just change the way you look, she said. No, David said. It changes the way you think.

I'm Tally Youngblood. Make me pretty. -Tally Youngblood

That's the worst thing they do to you, to any of you. Whatever those brain lesions are all about, the worst damage is done before they even pick up the knife: You're all brainwashed into believing you're ugly.

Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun. We are ugly.

These positive psychological benefits may prevent relapses to the old eating habits, especially since a positive self-image encourages more positive and life-supportive behaviors.

Can I ask you something personal?" Six inches but I tell everyone eight.

Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves.

Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at.

One could put this another way: the publicity image steals her love of herself as she is, and offers it back to her for the price of the product.

Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed is female. Thus she turns herself into an object of vision: a sight.

The spectator-buyer is meant to envy herself as she will become if she buys the product. She is meant to imagine herself transformed by the product into an object of envy for others, an envy which will then justify her loving herself.