My husband killed himself. And it was my fault. We were making love and I took the bag off my head.
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 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?”
I hate thin people. “Oh, does the tampon make me look fat?”
I have no sex appeal. If my husband didn’t toss and turn, we’d never have had the kid.
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.”