The problem with writing a book about bulimia is that whenever you go to the washroom, people think you're throwing up.
The truth is I have had, for whatever reason, several movie-star boyfriends.
When I was old enough to know better, I ate a bar of soap in the shape of the Muppets' Fozzie Bear, because I loved him so much I wanted to consume him, even if doing so made me ill. I didn't yet know the word 'foreshadowing.' Fozzie was the only first of many pop-culture icons I feel shaped by.
There's so much guilt there attached to having a perfectly good life.
I used to devour biographies of people like Natalie Wood and Marilyn.
I'm not rich, though everybody thinks I am.
New York is the first place I have ever felt safe.
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