All my life people have made fun of me because I was so skinny. They kind of made me feel bad about it sometimes. I worried that maybe people will think I am really anorexic.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Many people make fun of me because I'm always so dressed up, but they don't understand that there's a little girl inside me who always wanted to be that dressed up but never got to do that because I was always a certain weight.
People tell me that I should eat more, but they don't know me: I eat a lot. It's pretty unpleasant that people assume every model is anorexic and bulimic.
Really, I don't care if people think I'm too skinny. This is my body. If they don't like it, screw it.
Oh my God, I'm not anorexic. I acknowledge that I look thin in photos. I get it.
I was bulimic and anorexic for a while, just hating my body. As an actress, I was never thin enough, never pretty enough. My boobs weren't big enough.
People made fun of my skinny legs.
I was anorexic in the '60s and '70s, although it wasn't called anorexia then. I thought people would be nicer to me if I looked very small and delicate, so food wasn't high on my agenda. But it is now.
Being stick skinny to the extent where you can see your bones through your skin is not a good look. You don't need to be that to be beautiful or to be perfect or to fit in. Who you are is exactly who you should be. You can't let other people dictate your life or how you feel about yourself because then you're not living.
I don't have a problem with the stories saying I'm skinny at all.
I dare anybody to look at me and say I'm anorexic. I'm so totally not.