I think I suffer from body dysmorphia - I don't see what other people see.

I love luxury, I love the high life, and I have to foot the bills - I have received practically nothing from my marriages and relationships.

I used to collect vintage clothing - exquisite lace dresses, embroidered shawls and ornate jewelry - but that's just not me any more.

I know a lot of people didn't expect our relationship to last - but we've just celebrated our two months' anniversary.

I was brought up very conservatively. My father was positively Victorian - I wasn't even allowed to wear my hair down.

This is the moment behind which I could forget every other moment that has passed.

I was so beautiful but I didn't realise it for years. I saw pictures of myself and even I was stunned.