Sometimes, I don't even want to put on makeup. And sometimes, I feel so unattractive and blah.
I was a very gawky-looking teenager, so I was not cute.
I knew I wasn't attractive, and I was very happy about that. I didn't want to be attractive. I didn't want to attract. As long as no one wanted to be let in, I didn't have to shut anyone out.
Even though I present myself at the height of glamour and beauty, part of my truth is being desperate and emotional and unafraid of being unattractive.
I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my illness; I'm not even sure what hurts.
His face had become very red and his mouth and fingers were sticky. He did not look either clever or handsome, whatever the Queen might say.
I was never a good-looking bloke. Not by a long chalk.
Being cool, having a 'cool' energy is just not attractive to me.
I didn't have any relationships in my teenage years, as I felt I was not attractive enough.
Anyone who has ever been an ugly adolescent - and we are legion - knows that the feeling of being unlovely and unlovable never goes away; it is always there, lurking just beneath the surface.
Absolute and entire ugliness is rare.
I'm walking insecurity. Without all this makeup, I look like a refugee when I get up in the morning.... I generally look like one major bowwow. I mean arf.
I was an uncommonly unattractive young man.
I look like a turkey with leukemia.
I've got the body of a model and the face of a coal miner.
With a lot of hair and make-up then I'm possibly, remotely attractive. But it's rare, I don't think I'm ugly but I'm nothing particularly special. I'm not a yoga and health girl. I don't exercise that much and I eat crap and smoke and bite my nails.
I've never been a great enthusiast about how I look and I am very... when I was young I had a real anti-talent for inventing myself as unappealing - craven and unremarkable.
There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.
He had fallen out of the ugly tree, and hit every branch.
The worst thing is when a guy just looks awkward. It's not attractive.
My head looks like an uncooked ham with glasses.
I'm losing my hair. I'm overweight. It's not like that's at the top of the list when women go looking for a man. It's like - complete collapse, every year.
I was not a good-lookin' girl. I was extremely skinny. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't cool.
Don't shave, don't shower, don't care. Be really stinky and wear the same clothes every day. I think what makes a man sexy is not being self-aware. That’s what's really cute to me.
I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost immediately grew tired of it.
