The Golden Girls1985

Lucy:
Aunt Blanche, I'm a grown woman. I can live my life any way I want to.

Blanche:
I know that but I don't think this is the way you really wanna live it.

Lucy:
Is it my fault that men find me attractive?

Blanche:
No, honey, what they find you is available and that's no compliment.

Lucy:
I find this strange coming from you, Aunt Blanche, because from the stories I heard you're not exactly a saint.

Blanche:
No, you're right. I do enjoy the company of gentlemen; I always have but I can promise you this, Lucy, when I'm with a man its because I like him not, that I want him to like me.

Lucy:
Well, what's wrong with wanting to be liked? Aunt Blanche, you remember what I looked like as a kid?

Blanche:
Oh, yes I do. You were a beautiful child.

Lucy:
I was not. I was short and fat with braces and acne but when I turned sixteen it's like everything changed overnight. I shot up and out; the braces came off and finally the boys started to notice me and it was nice to be noticed; to be liked.

Blanche:
[sadly] Oh, baby... Honey, you spent so much time trying to get people to like you that you never got around to liking yourself and if you don't like yourself, you cant respect yourself. And if you cant respect yourself, neither can anyone else.