I developed a nutty attitude where I'd think, If some guy really loves me he doesn't care if I'm fat. I'd come up with all these stupid reasons why it would be OK to be fat.

I believe that behind both the person who weighs 400 pounds and the one who weighs 85 there is a lot of baggage, and it has nothing to do with their bodies.

I'm totally inhibited. When I'm overweight I will not go out.

I probably spend more time with my kids than the average stay-at-home mother.

If we worried half as much what others are doing for us and spent twice as much time helping others, we would all be exponentially happier.

God gave us intestines for a reason. I'm not keen on surgery. It's too extreme. All it took was one of those plastic surgery shows to see how violent it is.

There's always somebody older, richer, more desperate than you.