Wow my sister has changed. She used to whip her boobs out for no reason. Now she does it to feed her child.

I never said I was a weightlifter. I never said I was trained. I'm not a personal trainer. I just enjoy working out. So sometimes I feel like, do I have to write a disclaimer? Like, disclaimer: "I'm not a trainer."

I'm the ugly sister. I'm the fat one. I'm the transvestite. I have had those mean things said about me at least twice a day for the last five years. It's horrible, you know? But I can brush that stuff off.

I like to do designs on the side of my face, or cut out foil stickers from the crafts store and put them on my forehead.

But for a man, it's different. Like, separation can take years - it can take years to make divorce final. What am I supposed to do during those years? I think that's, you know it's not the *craziest* thing, but it's where a lot of rumors come from. It's frustrating.

One of the biggest struggles of my life is my weight. My weight is always going up and down, and I'm always fighting that, and I think that no matter what I do, I'm never going to look good enough to everybody else.

A moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips.