Judith Moore Quotes

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

I don't like myself. I'm not vain at all. I hate looking at myself - I always think I look ugly. Honest.

I'm never satisfied with the way I look.

I am very harsh on myself. I can point out a list. My nose is very strange. I have a very round face. I sound so ungrateful. Obviously I'm being hard on myself. Whether it's body dysmorphia, or whatever it is, I can always find something wrong.

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 hated the reflection in the mirror. I wanted so much to be someone else... I thought that if I was thinner, the rest of my life would change.

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

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 felt so unbelievably ugly for years.

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.

I look back at my old school journals, and they're full of self-hatred, full of me condemning myself for not being prettier, richer, more popular.

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 would leave halfway through a photoshoot, because I couldn't bear looking at myself or being in front of a camera. I used to feel disgusted in myself.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

I hate myself because I am not beautiful. I hate myself because I am fat.

I hate myself on the screen. I want to die ... my voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet.... I'd love to be tall and willowy ... I'm short.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

I'm not that good looking.

When I look down at my pale, skinny body, I wonder why any woman would want to sleep next to it, let alone embrace it.

I was told my whole life, you're fat, you're ugly, you're never going to amount to be anything.

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.

I have low self-esteem and I always have. Guys always cheated on me with women who were European-looking. You know, the long-hair type. Really beautiful women that left me thinking, 'How I can I compete with that?' Being a regular black girl wasn't good enough.

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

Even, today, when people tell me I'm beautiful, I do not believe a word of it.