Elsa Hosk Quotes

I'm never satisfied with the way I look.

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

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.

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

I've not got a celebrity body.

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 don't like my bum, as it's too big. Or my nose because it's too small. It's like a child's nose.

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'm not that good looking.

I used to think I had nice arms, but I don't even think that anymore.

I just don't like my face.

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 get kinda self-conscious. I don't want to know about my eyebrows. I'm born with them.

I hate myself because I am not beautiful.

I don't like my physique. Who does?

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 don't want someone photographing my cellulite - I can't take it!

Everyone has areas they're not comfortable with, and mine are my bum, thighs, and legs.

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.

With a lot of hair and make-up then I'm possibly, remotely attractive. But it's rare, I don't think I'm ugly but I'm nothing particularly special. I'm not a yoga and health girl. I don't exercise that much and I eat crap and smoke and bite my nails.

I hate my stomach. It's impossible to get it flat, and the area around my belly button drives me crazy.