My appearance has changed a lot over the years, but it has far more to do with how I feel about being a woman.

I feel people care so much about their appearance - which is important, and I do still care about my appearance, but not that much. There's far more to life than that.

I feel like a voodoo doll. It's grim. It's gross.

But when I lose my temper, I find it difficult to forgive myself. I feel I've failed. I can be calm in a crisis, in the face of death or things that hurt badly. I don't get hysterical, which may be masochistic of me.

I like storytelling, and I feel more confident as the years have gone on about my ability to do that.

I feel sad when I realize how much truth is being changed or obscured in the American media.