My sexuality is a part of me that I really like. But it's not the totality of me.

If you've looked at all the glamour magazines lately, all the covers are actresses. If they are on those covers, they are going to try to emulate models. That's just the way it is.

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.

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

I knew that I was gay, I knew it. I just couldn't see myself as a gay woman, even though that's where my heart was.

I knew I wasn't attractive, and I was very happy about that. I didn't want to be attractive. I didn't want to attract. As long as no one wanted to be let in, I didn't have to shut anyone out.

You don't have to be emaciated or vomiting to be suffering. All people who live their lives on a diet are suffering.