I was never a good-looking bloke. Not by a long chalk.
He had fallen out of the ugly tree, and hit every branch.
He had a big head and a face so ugly it became almost fascinating.
I am literally smaller than life. I am an unextraordinary-looking person. I've seen people trying to hide their disappointment when they meet me, and I have to watch them get over it.
I tell ya, I was an ugly kid. I was so ugly that my dad kept the kid's picture that came with the wallet he bought.
I didn't feel very attractive as a child and actually I wasn't.
I knew very early on that I was not pretty. No one ever called me pretty. It was not the go-to adjective people used to describe me.
I had a nice, pert nose but a plain round face and a mop of curly brown hair. That was not the photograph of a successful model.
An oyster, that marvel of delicacy, that concentration of sapid excellence, that mouthful bwefore all other mouthfuls, who first had faith to believe it, and courage to execute? The exterior is not persuasive.
I always thought I was sort of awkward and goofy-looking. I'm still kind of gangly.
Here's the thing: I was charming. Well read and well spoken. Observant and even kind. In other words, I was kind of a catch. And I knew this was true. As long as you couldn't see me. If you saw me, you'd think I was the sea cow that had swallowed your catch.
Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
For a long time, I did feel aware that I wasn't pretty or bubbly enough. Nor was I sexy-looking.
The scars on the face have always given me a sense that I'm not a very attractive person. I'm always unsure of myself, of my facial self.
Why wouldn't I dance?' Uh, maybe because at first glance he looked like he ate puppies for breakfast and kittens for lunch?
There is nothing so difficult to marry as a large nose.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
