Both of my parents are professors and everyone in my family has some fabulous degree of something or another and I couldn't get into college because I didn't know a language.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

It's important to me that I look good on television because, let's face it, I'm single, and you want somebody to watch the show and fall in love with you

Instead of hating, I have chosen to forgive and spend all of my positive energy on changing the world.

I have lived my life in a culture that hates fat people.

I've always thought of fat as just a descriptive word

My parents have always been offended by my weight, embarrassed maybe. It didn't fit with their sensibilities