Body Changes Quotes

Midlife is a time of explosive change, particularly for women. It's just like experiencing another puberty. The changes that take place in your body are enormous and, like puberty, you have to throw off the past.

Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle.

Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.

I'll never believe I'm any older than 18. I get angry when my body can't do what an 18-year-old's does. And looking in the mirror is really a tragic sight. There are many consolations to getting older, but physically, it's quite unkind. I find that I have as much mobility, but it takes longer to get pretty.

There's not enough talked about in terms of growing older. You start to lose your body.

Obviously as I'm getting older, I'm seeing changes in my body that I may not like... but I do love food, and I'm from the South. I'm not gonna lie, I eat fried chicken, I love macaroni and cheese, and I love grits.

I loved being pregnant. I felt unapologetically curvy, sexy, and intensely feminine. After giving birth I joined the ranks of millions of new mothers when I moaned, 'Why do I still look pregnant?'

Consciousness, much like our feelings, is based on a representation of the body and how it changes when reacting to certain stimuli. Self-image would be unthinkable without this representation.

So you say, with your shiny hair and pouty lips - and those breasts - just wait till you start dropping whelps, they'll be at your ankles one day, big as they are - not the whelps, the breasts. The whelps will be in your hair - no, not the shiny hair on your head, well, yes, that hair, but only as a manner of speech.

I want girls to know that its okay when they grow up and their bodychanges.

Eleventh grade is when I grew into my body. My athleticism and speed took off.

Dead bodies do get a grayish blue/purple hue because blood pools in the capillaries and the body starts to decompose. It's not smurf blue, but it's not a pleasant shade.

A woman gets stretch marks from one of two things. Either she was big and got small or she was small and got big.

They say pregnancies can differ depending on whether you're carrying a girl or boy, so for me, I think having a little boy is definitely easier on my body - or I'm just better prepared!

I basically had the same body when I was 14 and that was weird. But I think I had really good parents. I got really lucky.

It's amazing what happens to your body as you get a little older.

A lot of women lose definition around their waist as they get older, which can mean their bottom half can look shapeless.

Chemo does its best to make you lose your femininity. You lose your hair. You lose your eyelashes. You lose your eyebrows.

I didn't want to whisper and giggle about [puberty] anymore. I felt incredibly self-conscious. I felt like I was losing myself, and I was losing who I was. And that really scared me.

Body hair. You know when you're swimming as a kid and you want to crawl on your dad? None of us went anywhere near him. 'My god, a beaver! Everyone out of the pool!

It's funny to see my friends going through that middle-age thing about losing their hair. I went through it in college. They all say, "Oh my God, I'm getting old. I'm never getting laid again." Shut up. Yes, you are.

From as far back as I can remember, I was always insecure about my looks, whether it was my flat chest, my skinny legs, or how to cope with my body as it changed. With hindsight, I can see I was different. I was given a body that worked for photographic modelling and a photogenic face.

Maternity leave is for women to hide and heal their disintegrating body.

When I was pregnant, everyone told me you're going to be one of those women with a little football in front. And then this...thing, this Scooby-Doo monster belly arrived. I gained 65 pounds. Every single part of my body was thicker - even my scalp! But that's the advantage of being young - it went right back.

But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, for we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hairah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.