I'm A Former Bulimic Myself And It's

Everyone Steals From Something Or Someone.

I Grew Up In An Abusive Home And Was Told On A Daily Basis By My Father That I Would Never Amount To Anything And That I Looked Like A Boy.

I Grew Up Studying Ballet; I Grew Up Honing My Craft.

I Was Hot And I Knew It And It Went To My Head.

But You See, That's The Gilded Prison Of Fashion. We're Riding In Private Jets, And Meantime I Was So Incredibly, Painfully Sad And Lonely.