Its An Eerie Thing. My Childhood Is

I'm 64, But I Act Like I'm Still 12. I Go To Schools. At Colleges, They Come Out In Droves, They Almost Scare Me. I Think It's Just To See If I'm Still Alive. After I Work Them Out - And It's Not Easy - I Sit Them Down And We Have A Serious Talk. Are They Eating? Working On Their Body? I Can Say Things Parents Won't Say. No Matter Where I Go, I Talk To Each One Individually After I Teach. They Tell Me Things Like, 'i'm Starving, Guys Like Girls Thinner.' I Give Them Concrete Advice About Self-image And Self-worth.

I've Never Lived In The Visual World. I Live Very Much In An Emotional-contact World.

I Might As Well Be Gay. And Not Just Because I Love Rhinestones And Barbara Streisand. But Because Im A Sensitive Person Who Is Supportive Of Gay People The Same Way Im Sensitive To Grossly Obese People And Ugly People.

If You Want To Get The Body You've Always Dreamed Of, You Have To Earn It. You Can't Buy It, You Can't Rent It. You Have To Earn It. My Formula Has Always Been Love Yourself, Move Your Body, Watch Your Portions. And It Sounds So Easy, But It Is Not.

If I Don't Take Care Of Myself, If I Don't Feel Good About Myself, How Can I Help Others?