I took more hell for being fat than I did for being an absolute raging drug addict. I will never understand that.

I didn't know that anything was wrong with me until the media got involved in my life.

My brother is the one that gives me the strength - if he's not strong, I'm not.

I'm an emotional eater. When I get upset, my diet goes out the window.

I can't lie, I did a lot of really, really stupid things, and it was because it was my way of crying for help.

I was dating this guy and we would spend all day text messaging each other. And he thought that he could tell that he liked me more because he actually spelt the word 'YOU' and I just put the letter 'U'.

After being called cherubic and chubby, I'm rocking a bikini!