I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.

I was fine when it came to cheering up others, not so fine with myself.

I followed the same diet for 20 years, eliminating starches, living on salads, lean meat, and small portions.

I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.

I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's considerable rewards, I was hungry for most of those twenty years.

I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.

The main cause of my difficulties stemmed from the tragedy of my daughter's unsound birth and my inability to face my feelings.