I don't want to show my pain. I resisted; I hesitated. I tried to be invisible, to pretend that nothing was wrong. It's impossible; it's not like me.

I have the impression that the women around me are like me - smaller, taller, fatter, thinner - but in fact, we are all the same.

I tried being reasonable, I didn't like it.

What pushes me forward is everything I have learned: political, social, cultural. I put all that into the clothes.

Knowing yourself, and learning to love yourself as you are, is the beginning of beauty. I think the most important thing is to show off what's most beautiful about you and to hide what's less beautiful.

We knew it was coming, but we tried to pretend we didn't know it was coming,