I don't know if I was a desirable person, not just physically but emotionally and mentally and intellectually. I still have a long way go and a lot to learn, but I'm on my way, I don't think I'm terribly attractive, but I'm comfortable with my looks.
You think he's going to like you better, but then one day you look in the mirror and realize you've changed yourself - physically and emotionally - into a woman who's totally different from the one he was attracted to the first place.
I'm one of those people who thinks you can have a happy life and still be an artist.
Anyway, I went out and bought thousands of dollars worth of mature clothes so I'd look like a person to be taken seriously, instead of a pretty little twit.
But I never let a fantasy get away, because I always stop to analyze it.
I'm not afraid of aging.
Take events in your life seriously, take work seriously, but don't take yourself seriously, or you'll become affected, pompous and boring.