I think we all feel that way when we're young we don't think teachers have lives. We don't think therapists have lives. We don't think doctors have lives.

I've only recently realized that I have a radically different relationship with my parents than a lot of people.

Here's who it's okay to share a bed with: . . . A heating pad. An empty bag of pita chips. The love of your life.

I've been a little haphazard about how nude I get, and the only thing that keeps me from getting anxious about it is that I've had complete control over it.

My fears came true: People called me fat and hideous, and I lived. And now I keep living.

It’s interesting to see how other people react to an oversharer.

Don't wait around for someone else to tell your story. Do it yourself by whatever means necessary.