I'm certainly not the first person to be in a relationship with a younger man, but somehow I was plucked out as a bit of a poster girl.

I have had a love-hate relationship with my body.

There's this idea that if you take your clothes off, somehow you must have loose morals.

Some of my lowest points were the most exciting opportunities to push through to be a better person.

The thing is most people are afraid to step out, to take a chance beyond their established identity.

I would say what scares me is that I'm going to ultimately find out at the end of my life that I'm really not lovable, that I'm not worthy of being loved. That there's something fundamentally wrong with me.