If I was 14 and knew some gay people, I wouldn't nearly have had the struggle I had. Our world is definitely changing.

I was very sexual from a very young age.

I finally understood that by being on a perpetual diet, I had practiced a "disordered" form of eating my whole life. I restricted when I was hungry and in need of nutrition and binged when I was so grotesquely full I couldn't be comfortable in any position by lying down. Diets that tell people what to eat or when to eat are the practices inbetween. And dieting, I discovered, was another form of disordered eating, just as anorexia and bulimia similarly disrupt the natural order of eating.

I don't even like watching sex scenes in movies. I have a slight prudish side to me.

I could tell by his expression that once he got over his anger at me for keeping this secret from him, there was nothing left to talk about. He wasn't confused. He didn't need questions answered. He didn't ask why or how or with whom or whether I thought maybe it might just be a phase. He didn't ask who knew and who didn't know or whether I thought it might ruin my career. I was his sister and he didn't care whether I was straight or gay; it simply didn't matter to him.

When I was anorexic it just seemed like I literally wanted to disappear. And now I would like to reappear.

People might find me attractive, but it's also my job to prove that I can be intelligent.