My parents hated me. All I ever heard was, “Why can’t you be like your cousin Shelia? Why can’t you be like your cousin Shelia?” Shelia had died at birth.
My husband killed himself. And it was my fault. We were making love and I took the bag off my head.
I was so ugly that they sent my picture to Ripley’s Believe It or Not and he sent it back and said, “I don’t believe it.”
I have no sex appeal. If my husband didn’t toss and turn, we’d never have had the kid.
I hate thin people. “Oh, does the tampon make me look fat?”
My daughter and I are very close. We speak every single day and I call her every day and I say the same thing, “Pick up, I know you’re there.” And she says the same thing back, “How’d you get this new number?”