I'm Intensely Private, And I've Openly Shown

People - Whatever Their Race, Religion, Sexual Preference - Deserve To Be Treated As Human Beings.

For The Moment I Prefer To Be A Beautiful Woman Of My Age Than Try Desperately To Look 30.

When I'm At The Greatest Odds With My Body, It's Usually Because I Feel My Body's Betraying Me, Whether That's Been In The Past, Struggling With My Weight And Feeling That I Couldn't Eat What I Wanted To Eat, Or That I Couldn't Get My Body To Do What I Wanted It To Do.

Work Has Enhanced And Certainly Supported My Feelings Toward Myself, Because It's Been A Reflection Of Goals I've Set. But If You're Not Happy With Yourself On The Inside, Then What Does It Matter?

In The End The Only Thing That You Can Have On Your Side Is Time. The Only Way To Gain Time Is By Living It. And If I Live Expending My Energy Worrying About Other People's Perceptions, Then I'm Missing My Moment.