I keep telling myself that I’m a human being who’s not made to look like a doll and that who I am as a person is more important than whether at that moment I have a nice figure. It makes me sad to hear girls constantly putting themselves down. We have this unbelievably high expectations of ourselves, when actually we’re human beings and our bodies have a function.
i don’t know, i’d love to try some theater. that’s my other thing. i’d love to do some shakespeare.
I remember reading this thing that Elizabeth Taylor wrote. She had her first kiss in character. On a movie set. It really struck me. I don’t know how or why, but I had this sense that if I wasn’t really careful, that could be me. That my first kiss could be in somebody else’s clothes. And my experiences could all belong to someone else.
