My brother always teases me about my forehead: 'I could eat off it!'

Now my body is really womanly - a little too much so. It's someting I can fall back on. When I don't know what else to do, I stick my chest out.

For years, I hated myself. I covered the mirrors in my house. I literally couldn't have a mirror in my room.

I don't think I'm an outsider at all.

When I was younger, I did self-mutilate. I'd be upset, so I'd do it, & it would calm me down. It's a horrible way to feel better. But there are two parts of your brain - one that really wants to destroy the other. & sometimes the idea of self-destruction is very romantic. I got over that.

Any obsession is dangerous.

I think that's the best career that someone can have is one that's reflective of their personal tastes.