Stefan Zweig Quotes

I don't think I look great. I only see flaws in myself on the small screen. I make an extra effort to look good.

I don't look good in tights. I know that.

I never like photos of myself in the beginning. I live with them for three months, put them in a drawer, take them out and look again. I hate the way I look, but of course it's really not that bad.

I don't like to look at myself in the mirror, which is why my eye makeup is always crooked.

I'm not bothered by my appearance.

Girls pour their insecurities into their looks.

I really do believe that my style is informed by the fact that I had such issues with my appearance at various times of my life.

A lot of girls think they have flaws that really aren't flaws. I've never met a girl who was just so secure about everything.

When you doubt one thing about yourself, you start thinking there's also something wrong with your hair, your body, your clothes, your accent.

It's funny, one of the reasons why I never wear my glasses any more is that, when I was younger, a guy once said that he liked me until he found out that I wear glasses.

I'm actually more confident when I'm tan.

I didn't feel attractive in high school.

I think I'm a decent-looking guy. Sometimes I can look great, and other times I look horrifying.

Some days I think I look kind of cute, but other days I try to avoid the mirror.

I didn't grow up feeling very handsome.

I don't worry about how I look.

I had very bad acne growing up. I had braces for six years, from the fifth to the 11th grade. I didn't look in the mirror and feel like someone who should be on TV.

Sometimes I'll look back at old pictures where I'm a little heavy and dressed funny and think, 'How did I get chicks all the time?'

I'm not image-obsessed.

I think growing up, you just deal with 'I'm ugly,' or 'I don't look right,' or 'my hair is wrong,' and it's such a distraction from what can really elevate you.

I enjoy the way I look, but it's a joke.

Vice knows she is ugly, so puts on her mask.

Trust a girl of sixteen for knowing well if she is pretty; concerning her plainness she may be ignorant.

Miss Trent regarded her thoughtfully. "Well, it's an odd circumstance, but I've frequently observed that whenever you boast of your beauty you seem to lose some of it. I expect it must be the change in your expression." Startled, Tiffany flew to gaze anxiously into the ornate looking-glass which hung above the fireplace. "Do I?" she asked naively. "Really do I, Ancilla?" "Yes, decidedly," replied Miss Trent, perjuring her soul without the least hesitation.

I suppose maybe if I had been an attractive child, I would have had less inclination to push my physical presence.