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.

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.

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.

A lot of young actresses have a hard time combining a reasonable love life with a career.

Think of your pension and start saving. Like my father, I have been a spendthrift, and I regret that.

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