Laura Whitmore Quotes

I'm never satisfied with the way I look.

I don't like my physique. Who does?

I didn't think my face was beautiful. I guess I found a lot wrong with it.

My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small... my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don't want people to see how thin they are.

I just don't like my face.

I am not too keen on my nose, I don't like my knees, I hate my ankles, I am unsure about my behind, I don't like my legs at all. I am not too sure about my chin, my forehead is a bit dodgy. But, overall, I can live with it.

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

All through my twenties, I spent more time worrying what I didn't have than thinking about what I did have. I wished that I was taller, had longer legs, slimmer hips, a smaller bottom, even straighter hair.

I'm never happy with my face, my hair, I haven't really got any boobs and I'm not really that tall.

I used to hate my butt - like, hate it. In school, I used to cover it up. I felt like it was too big; like, I felt like I needed to wear a sweater over it. It was awful.

I'm not that good looking.

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

I'm not going to lie: I still have days when I walk by the mirror on my way to the shower and think, 'Oh God, I didn't just see that!'

I never looked good in a bikini. My legs were too thin.

We have no faith in ourselves. I have never met a woman who, deep down in her core, really believes she has great legs. And if she suspects that she might have great legs, then she's convinced that she has a shrill voice and no neck.

If you are ever wondering, 'If I have thinner thighs and shinier hair will I be happier?' you just need to meet a group of models because they have the thinnest thighs and the shiniest hair and the coolest clothes and they're the most physically insecure women on the planet.

I've always hated the way I looked, and I've never complained about my brains.

I loathe my body. The liver spots, the sagging flesh.

I always feel like I could look better. I'm, like, the worst.

I've never met a woman who thinks they've got a good enough figure - however perfect they look - which is sad, because no one else can see these perceived flaws; they're entirely internal.

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

I'm ugly.

I hate my arms. If I wear a nice dress, I can't go strapless or sleeveless because my arms just aren't feminine.

The fact is, for years, I had been trapped in a certain narcissism and a desire to have a certain body and look sexy.

I've always thought I'm pretty ugly.