Darcey Bussell Quotes

I used to be very vain about my thumbs. I have fat thumbs. If there's a movie where you see me on the phone, it's not my hands.

People think I have an interesting walk. Hell, I'm just trying to hold my gut in.

When I was younger, I was insecure for about 10 years: I wore glasses, had a cow's lick, buck teeth and braces. I looked ridiculous.

Since I was a little child, my nose - I think it's too big.

I purposefully did not want to watch anything I've done so far; I actually don't like looking at my face, so I don't like watching myself on the screen. It's an insecurity thing I have.

I'm vain. My arms are thin, but I'm vain about loose flesh. And so I'm careful that what I wear will show off my best parts, which are my waist and my butt.

I was always insecure about the way I looked.

I hated seeing myself on screen. I was full of complexes. I hated my face for a very, very long time.

I had my shortcomings - crazy hair, braces, bad skin and all that stuff. I went through it all.

People think I'm goofy. I don't have that Angelina Jolie air to me. I wish that I did, and that's an insecurity of mine.

When I look in the mirror I see the girl I was when I was growing up, with braces, crooked teeth, a baby face and a skinny body.

My husband recently made me try on a bikini. A bikini is not so much a garment as a cloth-based reminder that your parts have been migrating all these years. My waist, I realized that day in the dressing room, has completely disappeared beneath my rib cage, which now rests directly on my hips. I'm exhibiting continental drift in reverse.

If I have one thing perfect, it's my eyebrows. And my feet. I love my feet. They're like Japanese feet. The rest I would like to hide. Especially my freckles. I feel ridiculous.

I wish my butt did not go sideways, but I guess I have to face that.

I worry how I look.

Most people experience some insecurity regarding one or more of their physical traits.

Everyone always told me I had a J-Lo bum. Since I was 15 it's always been like that.

I wouldn't want to get my pigeon chest out in front of anyone. I don't think the world needs it. I'd probably get a yellow card anyway.

People have been so busy relating to how I look, it's a miracle I didn't become a self-conscious blob of protoplasm.

Wrinkled, wrinkled little star... hope they never see the scars.

I just see myself as a short, dumpy guy with bad feet, and I'm passionate.

I'm not that good looking.

When I was a teenager, I was fat. I was shy. I wore glasses. I had a big eyebrow and hair all over my body. They were years of torture.

My eyes are too small, and they're too close together, and I have a pointy nose. But who cares? Who cares?!

I have confidence in my personality, because I think that if I talk to people hopefully they will like me, but I don't have confidence in my body.