Quotes About Self-image

With short hair you have to get a haircut every two or three weeks. And if you're coloring your hair, you have to color it that often. Every time I did it, I felt fraudulent.

I don't like the way my teeth protrude. I'm going to have them done, but I just haven't had the time. Apart from that... I'm perfect.

The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.

If people like to see me with my shirt off, it's enormously flattering. But that doesn't mean I'm going to take my shirt off all the time.

I used to spend most of my time straining to be a nice guy so people would like me.

I was silver-white by the time I was 35, but having grey hair makes me look washed out. My wife and son have both said that grey hair doesn't suit me because I have a boyish face.

I consider anybody who weighs over 200 pounds fat, and time was when I could not refrain from telling such people so.

That Seaman is a handsome young man but he spends too much time looking in his mirror rather than at the ball. You can't keep goal with hair like that.

If you're an unattractive girl who's trying to be beautiful with Botox, forget it. If you are a beautiful girl who's trying to be beautiful with Botox, you will look like you're angry all the time.

The easiest time to cure an illness is before it is accepted as a part of the self-image.

Nora had looked at herself in the bathroom mirror as she was applying mascara and realized that her skin had begun to look like silk after you washed it, serviceable but without its sheen.

easing up on seventy, an age when a man might be forgiven follicular failure.

I don't want to die with grey hair', she told a friend. 'It's so depressing.')

Sincer vorbind, nu pot s?-mi imaginez prea bine cum poate cineva s? spun? "Sunt slab" È™i s? continue s? r?mân? slab.

broken pocket mirror to try and catch a glimpse of me in the classroom.

Father always says I'm conceited, but I'm not, I'm merely vain!

For too long, and despite what people told me, I had fallen for what the culture said about beauty, youth, features, heights, weights, hair textures, upper arms.

Also, I have a pouch below my belly, whereas I'd always had a thin waist before. Now there's this situation down there, low and grabbable. If it had a zipper, you could store stuff in there, like a fanny pack.

I suddenly have two stomachs—a regular tummy and another one below that, which I call the subcontinent. This older body is both amazingly healthy and a big disappointment.

The neck is where it all shows. Like the thighs of the head.

My body wasn't the problem; my thoughts and beliefs were.

What a simple trusting being she was, with her eyes and mouth happily painted, and cheeks rouged, her breasts thrust forward and held in place by tight straps beneath her black silk dress.

I saw myself in her gaze, a hooded being of burnt black sticks for a neck and wrists with gloves for hands and a floating leather mask for a face.

Well, think about it, Lestat, I'm young, I'm stupid. And I'm pretty. Look at the cameo. I'm pretty. Give me a chance.