That's a part of me going back to what I used to do.

When I'm feeling down on myself or not feeling good about who I am, or maybe something happened and I'm feeling depressed, I eat to fill that void. Afterwards I'll beat myself up about it. I regret doing it, but I'll turn around and do it again.

I'm just trying to get used to living on a fixed income. Now, it's going to get unfixed.

To a world sick with racism, get well soon.

It is my belief that we all have the need to feel special. It is this need that can bring out the best in us, yet the worst in us.

Ever since I was little, I loved to eat. I started eating when I wasn't hungry. My weight has always been up and down.

I can express gratitude for the simple act of being able to breathe in and breathe out. I can move away from darkness and depression to light and hope. I can be happy with who I am, not what I should be, or what I might have been, or what someone tells me I must be. I am me, the true me; you are you, the true you - and that's good. That's beautiful. That's enough.