My mum never told me that I was beautiful when I was a kid - and I didn't read magazines or watch MTV, so I had no real consciousness about it all.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My parents never told me I was beautiful, and for one very good reason. I wasn't. When your child is a tubby, bespectacled little oddity, as I was, it's important not to give them false expectations.
I've never considered myself to be beautiful, and I still don't.
My centre of who I thought I was was never very consciously about being beautiful or attractive - I think I'm one of those people who's actually grown into their looks.
It took a long while for me to know that I'm beautiful. I remember going through this phase when I was younger of wanting to pass by mirrors and not look at them. That was so ridiculous. I've learned now that beauty starts from within.
You know, my mother's beautiful, my dad was a really handsome man, and there was a lot of talk about looks when I was growing up.
I had parents who were incredibly loving and nurturing and always made me feel beautiful, so I never really questioned that.
My mother never put an emphasis on looks. She let us grow up on our own time line. She never forced any beauty regimen into my world.
I grew up in a family where we weren't allowed to talk about beauty or to put any emphasis on physical appearance.
I don't see myself as beautiful. I was a kid who was freckle-faced, and they used to call me 'hay head.'
I think of myself as a fairly attractive girl and always have, thanks to my mom. I was brought into this world thinking I was gorgeous because my mother was extremely devoted to this notion.