I have been 130 lbs. as well as 215 lbs. I have had blond, strawberry blond, green, pink and purple hair, and none of that has ever exempted me from having lewd comments flung at me in the street.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't mind if people are saying nasty things about me behind my back - I just don't want to know about them.
A lot of nasty and untrue things have been said about me.
When I'm not in training. I'll walk around the streets at 153, but it's not solid; it's my socializing weight.
How in the world any one weighing 185 pounds can be cute is beyond me.
I was skinny and black and didn't play sports. And I was bullied.
It's a vicious circle. If you feel hideous, you convey it to people. A couple of male friends from university have said, 'I quite fancied you, but I wouldn't have dared...' and I was like, 'Oh really?' I was completely amazed that anyone had ever fancied me, and also that I'd obviously given an impression of 'Don't touch me.'
Some of my battles with weight have been very public. But most of them have been internal. Even at my thinnest, when my body was being praised, I wasn't happy with what I saw in the mirror or how I felt about myself.
If you are a skinny, baby-faced teenager, the last thing you want to hear is that you're cute.
Until I was about 14, I was a fat boy, or at least I looked like a fat boy. I think that being funny was a bit of a defence mechanism for me, so I ended up being a bit of a joker.
I was very skinny and very lanky and kind of awkward. In Puerto Rico, everybody is a little more voluptuous, with these beautiful bodies, and there I was, the skinny, lanky girl.