I hate the word 'sneering', I can't help the way my face looks.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Wearing a veneer of perfection never did me any good.
It's funny because I want my teeth to be, like, neon 'Real Housewives' white, but mine have stopped taking to teeth whitening. When I talk to my dentist, I'm like, 'They can be that white,' and he's like, 'Veneers can be that white.'
I have a preponderance to look smug in photos; something to do with the way my mouth turns up at the corners.
The moment I lose weight, it shows on my face, and given how sharp my cheek bones are, it doesn't look good.
I'm not tough, and I never have been. I suppose over the years I've built up kind of a veneer to protect myself because I have functioned on my own for a long, long time, and I have never had a lot of flunkies preceding me to clear the way.
Vanity is not having facelifts if you're ugly. Those people who say: 'Oh, I'd never dream of having anything done!' That's rude. It's rude, to other people, to not try and look your best; to not try and stir things up, to not reinvent... or just invent... it's one's duty to not get stuffy.
I've always been unhappy with my teeth. I've lost most of them from my bottom jaw, and those in the upper jaw have been screwed in or capped. As a result, I've got great hollows under my cheeks, and my bone structure seems accentuated.
I like to show subjects inside a sealed veneer. There's a sense that you can't get in.
Who can refute a sneer?
I think there is this steely strength beneath this beautiful veneer that a lot of women possess. I can't fathom or understand it.