My Plan A was to be a psychologist. I thought I would be a receptionist. I'm always middle of the road and very normal. I've always wanted a normal life, and this is what I got.

One day I had to sit down with myself and decide that I loved myself no matter what my body looked like and what other people thought about my body. I got tired of hating myself.

Plenty of times, I haven't been able to wear certain clothes because they didn't come in my size.

I try to stay off the Internet. Just because people hurt my feelings sometimes.

I hate yoga so much. Like, if yoga was a person, I'd stab them.

In the seventh grade, I was about to leave wearing a jumper, when my mom said she could see my panty line. So I just wore stockings. That day I broke my ankle, and the EMS cut my tights off. I got a full cast with no stockings on and no panties.

I have a birthmark on the inside of my left knee that resembles an upside-down sea horse.