Anorexia was my attempt to have control over my body and manipulate my body and starve my body and shape my body. It was not a very good relationship. It was the sort of relationship my father had to my body. It was a tyrannical, "you'll do what I tell you" relationship.

I have been struggling to find my way back into my body my whole life.

I think that anytime you get clear about what your mission is or what your focus wants to be, things start to come together in your life.

When you listen to other women’s stories, you begin to understand your own better, and you begin to find ways back through and with each other.

I think the greatest illusion we have is that denial protects us. It's actually the biggest distortion and lie. In fact, staying asleep is what's killing us.

I want to touch you in real time not find you on YouTube, I want to walk next to you in the mountains not friend you on Facebook.

It seems to me that we spend an inordinate amount of time and attention on fixing ourselves when we could really be directing that out to serving others.