I don't see myself as beautiful. I was a kid who was freckle-faced, and they used to call me 'hay head.'
It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.
I'm not boring.
Resist Impulses to Label Yourself with Descriptions that Limit You in Any Way.
I could never identify with that word, 'weak.'
Every article I see is dope this, junkie that, whiskey this - that ain't my title.
A lot of people describe me as chubby, which seems so easy, so first-choice. Or stocky. Fair-skinned. Tow-headed. There are so many other choices. How about dense? I mean, I'm a thick kind of guy. But I'm never described in attractive ways. I'm waiting for somebody to say I'm at least cute. But nobody has.
I had gotten to a place where I truly believed everything I was called: 'not sexy,' 'not funny,' 'too intense,' desperate.' All those labels they gave me, I took them because there wasn't a trace of my true self left.
People will try to label you not good enough, too slow, too old, too many mistakes. You can't stop negative comments or prevent negative labels, but you can choose to not let them hold you back.
Another thing I think about names is that they DO hurt. They hurt because we believe them. We think they are telling us something true about ourselves, something other people can see even if we don't. —Bobby Goodspeed
I was being called a shock comic. I hated that. It's so cheap and stupid.
I never looked at myself as the fat sister. Sometimes I would beat people to the punch and say, 'Oh I'm the fat, funny one,' because that's what people would say about me. But I never really thought that.
I'd rather be called King than other things I've been called.
Being called a huckster and a charlatan started several years ago, so that's something I'm accustomed to. In most cases, it doesn't bother me.
People have only two or three adjectives to describe people in the public eye. And that's okay. As long as those adjectives aren't train wreck, mess, terrible.
People call me all sorts of things. I don't even care what they call me.
People like to use the word 'naivete' as a negative, but not for me.
People called me 'cottage cheese thighs' all through school.
I've been called pushy and aggressive and all the negative words that are rarely applied to men with the same traits. But it doesn't bother me.
I know I'm not popular with all the people. Remember, I am 'cruel' or a 'pharaoh.' That's all right. In politics, you get called all types of names.
Underachiever. Asthmatic. Excuse-maker and fistic faker. My opponents and some other haters have called me all of those things.
I remember, the first few times I modelled, other girls laughed at my big behind. I felt like a fat pig, even though I really wasn't. When you are 15 and other girls nick-name you a 'little piggy' and 'fatty,' you believe them.
I've been called a moron since I was about four. My father called me a moron. My grandfather said I was a moron. And a lot of times when I'm driving, I hear I'm a moron. I like being a moron.
Apparently they're going to bring in 'Super Asbos'. But 'Asbos' already sound too cool. Teenagers see them as a badge of honour. They should call them 'Gaybos' or 'Bender Badges'.
Kids called me 'Skeletor' as a kid because I was so skinny.
