I would make a poor vegetarian because I adore meat.

Back then I was called Dumbo because of my ears. I was called Fatty, too. It was hurtful so I became like the class clown. I became the one who was kicked around.

I have always worked and I would say I'm generous with money - if somebody needed anything I would always give it to them.

I am as far from a hypochondriac as you could ever be.

I broke my ankle ten years ago so high heels are not an option unless I'm literally going door to door for a function.

I had a husband who, I'm convinced, was an undiagnosed manic depressive. He didn't treat me as if I had a brain - I was just this beautiful little doll he could show off.

The ideal man doesn't exist. A husband is easier to find.