I Despise Charity. It Gives Crumbs To

An Activist Is Someone Who Cannot Help But Fight For Something. That Person Is Not Usually Motivated By A Need For Power Or Money Or Fame, But In Fact Is Driven Slightly Mad By Some Injustice, Some Cruelty, Some Unfairness, So Much So That He Or She Is Compelled By Some Internal Moral Engine To Act To Make It Better.

I Think All My Work's Been About How Do Women Get Back Into Our Bodies; How Do Men Get Back. We're All Disassociated.

When I Wrote 'the Good Body,' I Turned 40 And Suddenly Had This Stomach. It Seemed Like The End Of The World. Because I Didn't Value My Body. I Was Constantly Judging It, But I Also Didn't Live In It.

I Began To See My Body Like An Ipad Or A Car. I Would Drive It And Demand Things From It. It Had No Limits. It Was Invincible. It Was To Be Conquered And Mastered Like The Earth Herself.

I Literally Would Go To See Tina Turner Any Opportunity I Had Because Being In The Presence Of Tina Turner Was Like Being In The Presence Of Transformative Energy, And Feminist Transformative Energy. I Remember Thinking To Myself, Whatever This Is, It's Revolution. Whatever This Is, It's Change Embodied In A Woman.