The highest compliment I could ever receive about my kids - and I can say that this does happen frequently - is when the in-flight crew say to me, 'Your children are wonderful. They are so well-behaved.' Every time I am told that, I could weep.

I accept my body. I accept how I am and make the best of what I am given. Children orientate towards examples. That's why I talk solely positive about my body in front of my daughter.

I look very different from how people expect me to be... Clearly they think I'm a great big fat viking.

I love to cook; I cook every day. Chicken features a lot in our lives.

I believe it is important to go on insisting that normality is not what we are exposed to. Honestly, among my acquaintances there is no woman wearing XS. No, sorry, there is one: my daughter. The point is that Mia is 11 years old. It's true that you need much time to get rid of the fat girl you once were, but you know I am sincerely grateful for my buttocks.

You know why I fear people's judgment? Because I know they're judging. I know they are.

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don't mind being completely insane.