We've had Audrey Hepburn, we've had Twiggy, we've had Veruschka, we've had Kate Moss. I'm trying to figure out why I am to blame for skinniness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The misfortune is that many people, men and women, think that the perfect face has no flaws, no pores in the skin; and that gives unrealistic levels of esteem. Somebody feels they're not right because they haven't got that type of refinement.
My mother and grandmother both had beautiful skin.
When I was younger, I had terrible skin... my mother has terrible skin. Male-pattern hair loss is starting to come in... my dad is bald. It's so unfair; my brother's tall, has perfect skin, great hair, but I'm like the runt.
Not that it was Twiggy's fault, but the ubiquity of her image created a sense in young women that to be stylish meant to be skinny, flat-chested with an ingenue face and straight hair.
I think the actresses who are really successful are the ones who are comfortable in their own skins and still look human.
For every person that says I'm the new Audrey Hepburn, someone else says that I look like an alien.
One of the reasons I write is to be in other people's skin.
As far back as I can remember, I knew there was something wrong with our way of life when people could be mistreated because of the color of their skin.
None of us is responsible for the complexion of his skin. This fact of nature offers no clue to the character or quality of the person underneath.
I genuinely do think that skin does have a lot to do with genetics. I was blessed. You should see my mom and grandma - it's unfair!