This face is nothing to brag about. I don't know what it is that these people see in my face.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was never that kid who used to brag about anything.
What bothers you isn't so much whether you're beautiful or not. What bothers you is the way that people stare.
People look at me and look, but I do not care.
I've no idea what they make of me. People usually don't recognise themselves in an impression.
I don't think you get successful to brag and throw what you have in the world's face. That's all private.
Those who boast of their descent, brag on what they owe to others.
I have a preponderance to look smug in photos; something to do with the way my mouth turns up at the corners.
I don't look in the mirror; don't like what I see; never have. I am not my idea of a beauty. Never was. This is not false modesty. I've just never been enamoured of my face, which of course is magnified umpteen times on screen.
I get accused of having a haughty smugness. I have a lopsided mouth. I can't help it. I was born with it. It looks as if I am smirking. I have had my publicist tell me, 'Don't do that smile on the red carpet.' I'm, like, 'That's my smile.'
Bras are a ludicrous invention; but if you make bralessness a rule, you're just subjecting yourself to yet another repression.
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