Sometimes I forget about taking care of myself.
I don't believe things happen in vain. I believe they happen for a reason.
Anorexia is such a self-consuming, selfish disease. It's all about you. Becoming a mother, all of a sudden it wasn't about me anymore.
I knew that by getting behind the wheel of the car and having had something to drink, the responsibility laid on my shoulders.
I unwittingly became sort of this anorexia spokeswoman.
When I was 19 years old, I came down with anorexia. I had it for about a year before it became public. And it had a lot to do with my self-esteem.