I am a daughter, a sister, a wife and a mother. I am a friend of women and I am their advocate.

We come in many different shapes and sizes, and we need to support each other and our differences. Our beauty is in our differences.

My doctor felt that the main contributing factor was so many years of malnutrition, especially during my formative years, even before I got into modeling.

Exposing any subject that is unpleasant or controversial means risking judgment and making some people feel uncomfortable.

I grew up on antibiotics. Every ailment - sore throats, earaches, flus - warranted a trip to the doctor and in most cases some kind of prescription.

Part of treatment for drugs and alcohol is you abstain from these, but with eating disorders you can't abstain from food so the treatment is longer than drugs and alcohol.

I am not naturally that thin, so I had to go through everything from using drugs to diet pills to laxatives to fasting. Those were my main ways of controlling my weight.

My own path towards wellness has been a long and dynamic one. It's taught me that healing from the inside out takes time and there can be great value in various sources of guidance.

My daughters, your daughters, our daughters deserve safety, protection, and the freedom to make their own choices about their personal lives and their physical selves.

Many women who have anorexia put their hearts in a compromised situation.

My days are jam-packed with carpools, classroom assistance, tending to chickens, dogs and seven acres of olive trees!

You get out of hell one step at a time." -- Abbie Sullivan, "Cinderella Shoots the Moon.

Never ask me to reach for the moon when all I want is to hold your hand." -- Fidelis O Mkparu, author of 'Love's Affliction

Our victory was a victory and a win for conservative values.

Watching Clay Guida fight is like watching a Tasmanian devil.

Moral excellence has no regard to classes and professions.

I know what makes me happy. I pick the clothes that make me happy - sometimes people like them, sometimes they don't. I try to listen to my own internal guide.

Once you pledge, don't hedge.

I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you." Her face is buried in my neck. She nods. "I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.

Nothing was dirty. With Park. Nothing could be shameful. Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.