I just kind of opened up and said, 'I feel like a rag doll. I have hair and makeup people coming to my house every day and putting me in new, uncomfortable, weird dresses and expensive shoes, and I just shut down and raise my arms up for them to get the dress on, and pout my lips when they need to p
Is it honest for me to go and sit there on communion day and drink the wine and eat the bread while feeling it all to be mummery?

