Everyone Is Their Own Kind Of Lesbian.

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.

I Love Body Parts, Especially Hands.

I Would Eat 300 Calories A Day - A Lot Of Jell-o And No-sugar Everything, Of Course. I Was Doing Pilates, Weight-training, Circuit Training; Over Lunch I Would Run On A Treadmill In My Dressing Room With A Fan On My Face So I Wouldn't Sweat My Makeup Off.

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.

You Don't Have To Be Emaciated Or Vomiting To Be Suffering. All People Who Live Their Lives On A Diet Are Suffering.