I was compulsively overeating when I was eight years old.

I feel beautiful. I feel strong, and I feel confident in who I am.

I don't see anybody in any sort of squad that has a normal body. It's kind of this false image of what people should look like. And what they should be like, and it's not real.

It's a complete life change when you really want to better yourself and completely change the patterns that you have had in the past. Do I think I still need work? I think everyone needs work. I just keep working on myself.

The mirror can lie. It doesn’t show you what’s inside.

I prefer to cry alone, Pride? No. I just want to avoid trial of people who don't know the reason of my tears.

Your mind . . . can be your best friend or your worst enemy, but it's your choice to make.