Arata: Whoa! Those [ears] look really good on you. Want me to buy them?
Kuroe: I-I DON'T NEED THEM!! TH-THESE THINGS ARE—THEY'RE FOR CUTE GIRLS ONLY!
Arata: (confused) You're cute, Akaishi-san.
Starbuck: Let me ask you, Lizzie — are you pretty?
Lizzie: No — I'm plain!
Starbuck: There! You see? — you don't know you're a woman!
Lizzie: I am a woman! A plain one!
Starbuck: There's no such thing as a plain woman! Every real woman is pretty! They're all pretty in a different way — but they're all pretty!
Lizzie: No — I'm plain!
Starbuck: There! You see? — you don't know you're a woman!
Lizzie: I am a woman! A plain one!
Starbuck: There's no such thing as a plain woman! Every real woman is pretty! They're all pretty in a different way — but they're all pretty!
—The Rainmaker
Clary: But I'm not pretty.
Jace: No, you are beautiful and as long as I can dream I'll dream of you.
Jace: No, you are beautiful and as long as I can dream I'll dream of you.
Tris: But I'm not pretty.
Tobias: No, you're not and I would only go to your funeral if there was cake.
Tobias: No, you're not and I would only go to your funeral if there was cake.
Galinda: "Oh, Miss Elphaba, you terrible mean thing, you're pretty."
Elphaba: "Oh, and now you have lied, so go confess to the unionist minister"
— Wicked
Gwendolyn: I've been relying too much on my friends and family to love myself instead of learning to accept what I see in the mirror all on my own.
Leopold: Wait... do you not think that you're beautiful?
Gwendolyn: Um... I guess I used to. My family has always told me so. But... I've since learned otherwise. I do believe that when my friends and family tell me I'm beautiful, they're saying it out of kindness and because they care about my well-being.
Leopold: Oh! Well then does it perhaps make you feel better to know that my words to you [calling you beautiful] were meant without any kindness or hope for your well-being whatsoever?
Gwendolyn: ...Hm... No, I guess not.
Leopold: Wait... do you not think that you're beautiful?
Gwendolyn: Um... I guess I used to. My family has always told me so. But... I've since learned otherwise. I do believe that when my friends and family tell me I'm beautiful, they're saying it out of kindness and because they care about my well-being.
Leopold: Oh! Well then does it perhaps make you feel better to know that my words to you [calling you beautiful] were meant without any kindness or hope for your well-being whatsoever?
Gwendolyn: ...Hm... No, I guess not.
Alucard: So you didn't have a ton of friends.
Dave: I think it's because I was ugly.
Alucard: Huh. Probably.
Dave: (saddened) Oh...
Alucard: Eh, but who gives a fuck? That just means the people who like you for you were more deserving.
Dave: ...Oh!
Alucard: It's like your ugliness curated their shittiness.
Dave: Oh. ...Yeah, you're right. *POOF*
Dave: I think it's because I was ugly.
Alucard: Huh. Probably.
Dave: (saddened) Oh...
Alucard: Eh, but who gives a fuck? That just means the people who like you for you were more deserving.
Dave: ...Oh!
Alucard: It's like your ugliness curated their shittiness.
Dave: Oh. ...Yeah, you're right. *POOF*
I cursed my tardiness, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. I saw my blonde waves glisten in the morning sunlight, and the blue orbs of my eyes sparkled like pools of moonlight. "God I am one ugly piece of work," I sighed melodramatically. No wonder I had no friends.
—Summersberry Applewinter Newtonsmith, Worst Story on Wattpad
Miss Piggott: (to Mrs Armbruster who is on the phone) Mrs Armbruster? Just to put your mind at rest, you needn't be worried, because if you saw me, I'm short, I'm fat, and I'm not very attractive. OK? [...]
Mr Armbruster Jr.: I thought you overdid it.
Miss Piggott: Just telling the truth.
Mr Armbruster Jr.: Come on. Stop putting yourself down. I'm sure many men find you very attractive.
Miss Piggott: Oh, yes. No-good bastard Bertram and some sex-starved sardine fishermen, and the local coroner who took me for a scooter ride and then pinched my behind.
Mr Armbruster Jr.: Well, if it's of any interest to you, you know who finds you attractive? Me. I find you attractive.
Mr Armbruster Jr.: I thought you overdid it.
Miss Piggott: Just telling the truth.
Mr Armbruster Jr.: Come on. Stop putting yourself down. I'm sure many men find you very attractive.
Miss Piggott: Oh, yes. No-good bastard Bertram and some sex-starved sardine fishermen, and the local coroner who took me for a scooter ride and then pinched my behind.
Mr Armbruster Jr.: Well, if it's of any interest to you, you know who finds you attractive? Me. I find you attractive.
