Stephanie Klein Quotes

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 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.

Not to say you should let your physicality define you, but there are some things that can make people feel really insecure. So, if there is something you want to fix that allows you to feel a little bit more confident, I support it.

People who have trouble finding acceptance and love in their life settle for whatever they can get.

I felt like my body was the only reason why people liked me.

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

Women with low self-esteem love bad boys. Women who have work to do love bad boys. Women who love themselves love good men.

I'm insecure about everything, because... I'm never going to look in the mirror and see this blond, blue-eyed girl. That is my idea of what I'd like to look like.

I'm not that good looking.

I just don't like my face.

I hear my friends and my mom tell me I'm special, but honestly, I still don't get it.

I grew up with low self-esteem. I didn't think I was very pretty. I had glasses, red hair and was generally quite a spod.

I was fortunate to have had a lively, happy childhood, but somewhere along the way I convinced myself I wasn't wanted anywhere or by anyone if I wasn't thin.

I love myself, the way I look, my body, but sometimes I can't help but feel insecure.

I'm never satisfied with the way I look.

If I wasn't so insecure about myself I wouldn't work as hard as I do. I am constantly seeking approval.

In my 20s, I used to cry about why I wasn't thinner or prettier, but I want to add that I also used to cry about things like, 'I wish my hair would grow faster. I wish I had different shoes...' I was an idiot... It's a decade of tears.

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 hate myself because I am not beautiful.

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

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 was always insecure about the way I looked.

I developed a nutty attitude where I'd think, If some guy really loves me he doesn't care if I'm fat. I'd come up with all these stupid reasons why it would be OK to be fat.