Sometimes I have a terrible feeling that I am dying not from the virus, but from being untouchable.

the only true way to prove that you have lost your inner child is if you don't laugh when you hear the word "poop".

happiness is like peeing your pants, everyone else can see it but only you can feel the warmth.

I read, go for walks and I love to garden. My hands are such a mess. People think I should have movie star hands, but they're just gardening ones. Always slightly grubby and with a bit of dirt under the fingernails.

I had a hard enough time in high school, fitting in without having to keep up with Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook - all these ways you have to keep up your image.

I could suddenly see the pressures all around; these endless magazines and cheap reality TV programmes poking at women, humiliating us for every flaw. It makes me so angry. I really wonder what it is we are doing to ourselves, because I do think women can be the worst ones for picking each other apart.