Average. It was the worst, most disgusting word in the English language. Nothing meaningful or worthwhile ever came from that word.

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

I never, ever, restrict food, and I will never go on a diet ever again.

I wondered if that's what aging felt like. That desire and reality were dueling until the day you die, that nobody every got to a place of peace. I had always wanted to get old so I didn't have to care anymore, but I began to think that it would be best just to skip the getting older part and just die.

My feelings for Ellen overrode all of my fear about being out as a lesbian. I had to be with her, and I just figured I'd deal with the other stuff later.

Restriction generates yearning. You want what you cannot have.

If your self-esteem really does depend on how you look you're always going to be insecure. There's no way you can get around it because you are going to age. Even if you get that perfect body you're going to get older and older and older. You can't avid it. So you have to somehow, at some point, take control and sift the focus and decide who you are, what you can contribute to the world, what you do and say, is so much more important than how you look.