Quotes About Self-perception

We all do emotional gymnastics to be seen as wonderful or funny—just to get what we already have. And because we're doing the gymnastics, we don't see that we already have it.

The one thing you have to remember about labels is that they only matter if you let them stick.

I never met a woman that didn't know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and some of them give themselves credit for more than they've got.

Are we our bodies? Is a small person less than a big person, then? If we were our bodies, then when we lost an arm, or a leg, would we be less, would we begin to fade from existence? No. We are the same person. We are not our bodies; we are our thoughts. As they form, they define who we are, and create the reality of our existence.

She was also, by the standards of other people, lost. She would not see it like that. She knew where she was, it was just that everywhere else didn't.

She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

Silverfish looked down. Oh. Are you a dwarf? Cuddy gave him a blank stare. Are you a giant? He said. Me? Of course not! Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes.

He was certain he was anorectic, because every time he looked in a mirror he saw a fat man. It was the Archchancellor, standing behind him and shouting at him.

Although she was aware that somewhere under her complicated strata of vests and petticoats there was some skin, that didn't mean to say she approved of it.

In order to enhance the occult aspects of herself, Julia had begun to wear far too much handbeaten silver jewelry and green eyeshadow. She felt she looked haunted and gaunt and romantic, and she would have, if she had lost another thirty pounds. She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

It was central to Nanny Ogg's soul that she never considered herself an old woman, while of course availing herself of every advantage that other people's perceptions of her as such would bring.

We are what we feel and perceive. If we are angry, we are the anger.

As a culture, we place great stock in external appearance. Our attachment to physical beauty is something that we need to let go of, yet it seems that the majority of people are racing toward it.

It's difficult to judge yourself.

My sadness compels me to hide it so that people won't judge me. Seeking help would have blown my cover. Meanwhile, my mania convinces me that it's making me fun so I'll want to dive further into it. Seeking help would've ruined that good time.

I really judge me on me.

We're all the harshest judges of ourselves.

No one ever judges their own self.

Everyone else is too busy judging themselves to be thinking badly of you.

A man's judgment of whether he is putting on weight is his belt.

I'm really judgmental, especially about things that I feel make my life harder.

Just because I don't show six-pack abs doesn't mean that I don't have them.

I kind of dated a woman-ish, but there's just something about a man that's just masculine, and just there's things that women don't have that men do.

If you see yourself in the paper every day and people keep talking about you, you will have a little breakdown in yourself, too.