I'll look at myself every time I come to my room and see how ugly I am.

And I won't try to imagine it away, either.

I never thought I was vain about my hair, of all things, but now I know I was, in spite of its being red, because it was so long and thick and curly.

I expect something will happen to my nose next." Anne's clipped head made a sensation in school on the following Monday, but to her relief nobody guessed the real reason for it, not even Josie Pye, who, however, did not fail to inform Anne that she looked like a perfect scarecrow.
"I didn't say anything when Josie said that to me," Anne confided that evening to Marilla, who was lying on the sofa after one of her headaches, "because I thought it was part of my punishment and I ought to bear it patiently.

It's hard to be told you look like a scarecrow and I wanted to say something back.