I have photographs taken of me at the time I was addicted, and thought I looked good. I see them today and realize my eyes were dead.
That business of relaxation, which is so terribly modern today, is all good and well, but my work interests me so much, and is so varied, that many times it seems relaxing when I go from one aspect to another.
They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that.