I’m always afraid that I’m being unprofessional, yet I continue to sign all my e-mails ‘xoxo.’
My relationship to eating, my relationship to critiquing my own shape, all of that has changed since I’ve started viewing my body much more as a tool to do my work.
But I am a girl with a keen interest in having it all, and what follows are hopeful dispatches from the frontlines of that struggle.
I thought I was really a radical, political person, which of course I am not.
Everyone needs something from me.
I think that it’s very important to be with someone who makes you feel like the best version of yourself. In some sense, your partner is a mirror, and you have to like what they’re reflecting back at you.
It’s really hard to grow with another person.
The parts I enjoy playing aren’t really available to me. So I have to write them.
There’s people who don’t want to see bodies like mine or bodies like their own bodies.
I had no friends. I worried a lot.
I feel like I don’t watch that many shows with death.
The male capacity for turning the negative into a compliment is really alarming.
I have never been a physically engaged person. Like, I was not an athletic kid. I was the kid who came up with a thousand excuses not to take a gym class. Even now, if I could, I would do all my work from bed.
Things that feel super personal actually feel really universal. It’s sort of the more you really identify something specific within yourself, the more people connect to it because ultimately we are all connected in some way.
I’ve always been someone who feels better, if I see what I’m going through in a movie.
There’s always an article coming out, saying, ‘The new thing is funny women!’
Running had always been off the table for me. It just looks embarrassing when I do it. I viewed it like learning a new language – best to learn it as a child.
When someone shows you how little you mean to them and you keep coming back for more, before you know it you start to mean less to yourself.
My fears came true: People called me fat and hideous, and I lived. And now I keep living.
My mom knows pretty well how I see her.