The Lord don't like ugly, she say. And he ain't stuck on pretty.

She bound to live her life and be herself no matter what.

I'm pore, black, I may even be ugly, but dear God, I'm here! I'm here!

Be happy with who God made you to be, and quit wishing you were something different.

Beauty is in being who God made you to be with confidence.

God made you as you are on purpose. He gave you your looks, your height, your skin color, your nose, your personality. Nothing about you is by accident. You didn't get overlooked. You didn't get left out. God calls you His masterpiece. Instead of going around feeling down on yourself, unattractive, too tall, too short, not enough of this, or too much of that, dare to get up in the morning and say, "I am a masterpiece. I am created in the image of Almighty God.

She was beautiful outside, but to be honest, she was ugly inside. I never saw her the same way. A bad attitude makes you unattractive. It overrides what's outside. It's important to look good and develop our talents, to get a good education, and to stay in shape, but it's more important to keep a good attitude. Nobody wants to be around a sour, critical, condescending person.

Know that the "Best Possible You" may not be as successful as your neighbor, but that's okay. The best you may not be as thin as your sister, but that's fine. The best you may not be as talented, as dynamic, or as outgoing as your co-worker, but that's all right, too. Be comfortable with the person God made you to be. You can't get distracted and lose your focus by comparing yourself to others. Run your own race.

The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." 1 SAMUEL 16:7

it is a most severe trial for those women to be called to lay down beauty, who have nothing else to take up. It is for this sober season of life that education should lay up its rich resources.

The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of eye and mind for symmetry, harmony, and order.

I often wonder whether a frumpy old woman can ever be quite fair in her estimate of a young and lovely one.