Quotes About Insecurities

If you saw me without concealer, you would see that I have raccoon eyes. And I think my forehead is too small. I am not quintessentially beautiful. I am photogenic, but that's only because I have learned how to make the best of what I've got from the make-up artists I have worked with.

That's something I've dealt with my whole life, people making fun of me and my size. Everything from having a huge forehead to the size of my feet, and not being able to wear the same size shoes as my friends, definitely.

I call myself a FFP: former fat person, and when you're an FFP, you will always see in yourself what people used to bully you for.

A grin might have split me down the middle and my questions might come spilling out. Am I pretty? How much bigger am I than you? Do you love me—still love me, or love me more for having done this? Did you love me before? Was it possible to love me when I was fat? What do you love now? Am I gonna be OK—be a person, be Frances? Will I figure this out? How? What have I done?

We all body shame and compare bodies, and that needs to go out of the window.

Anything with pockets is a winner for me because I never know what to do with my hands when somebody takes a photo of me.

Thank god magazines like 'Heat' weren't around in our day. The thought of someone catching you unawares on a beach and publishing photos of your cellulite... it's so hurtful, causes so many problems.

Women just never think their lips are big enough, even when they are really big. The first thing I always hear from women when they sit down with me is, 'I need to fill my lips.' It's almost crazy how many women say that to me.

Take that one thing you don't like about yourself and more often than not that's the one thing that makes you more special. Whether it's that gap in your teeth, or that mole you never liked, or your skin color.

He was confronted at an early age with adult-strength realizations about powerlessness, desperation, and distrust, taking his dose right alongside the overwhelmed adults. This steady stream of shocks and realizations leaves so many boys raised in poor, urban areas stumbling toward manhood with a hardened exterior masking deep insecurities.

I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in cushioning your insecurities with a system of belief that tells you 'Don't worry. This may be your life but you're not in control. There is something or someone looking out for you -- it's already organised.' It's all chance and choice, which is far more frightening.

You want to know what the real problem is? You use Elza as a scapegoat for all your insecurities. You've made her a bigger deal in your life than she ever was in mine. You never even knew her, but you project every doubt about yourself onto her... [Said Simon to Olivia]

Oh, that is pathetic," said Mallory to Jessi. "Look at them. They're going to think the only thing that matters in their lives is beauty and poise. They'll grow up believing they can only be pretty faces, not doctors or lawyers or authors." "I am so glad Becca has stage fright," said Jessi.

I think pants have unique qualities, especially in a woman's life. Whatever bodily insecurities we have, we seem to take out on our pants.

How do you think it would feel to be obliged to ask for a seat-belt extender on an airplane? For the unfashionably bulgy, life is a series of small humiliations.

There have been times in my life when I have felt like I can't go out without my makeup on. But now I just put on some dark glasses so people can't see if I look rough!

I've got spider veins all over my legs, so I wear opaque tights all winter. All sorts of colours.

I wish my hair was thicker, and I wish my feet were prettier. My toes are really ugly. I wish my ears were smaller. And my nose could be smaller too.

I do have body-image issues, just like everyone else. I mean, I wish I had bigger boobs. And I hate my butt. I want an onion butt - you know, a butt that'll bring tears to your eyes?

In my 20s, I used to cry about why I wasn't thinner or prettier, but I want to add that I also used to cry about things like, 'I wish my hair would grow faster. I wish I had different shoes...' I was an idiot... It's a decade of tears.

Sometimes I wish I were just magically a size 6 and I never had to give it a single thought.

I wish I could walk around with no make-up on, but I have big angry red marks all down the side of my cheeks. Some people don't understand how badly it affects my confidence and upsets me.

I literally used to stare at my face in the mirror with hate and anger. I'd focus on those gigantic zits and just wail about what a monster I was, how I would never have a career because of my gross skin. I couldn't pass a mirror with out thinking about how hideous my skin was and how I wished I was someone else, someone with perfect skin.

Each of us carries within himself a collection of instant insults.