When I was younger I was fat. I was never conscious of it and was content with who I was because I was so loved. My mother never told me to lose weight and my father doted on me, but my agent told me. I tried, but I loved Indian food too much. – Archie Panjabi
The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food. – Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
