When I think about the fact that old men in Washington are making decisions about what, as a woman, I can and cannot do with my body it actually makes my skin crawl.
"Is there a particular memory that comes to mind most often when you think of your youth?"
“We used to spend our summers in the south of France. I remember playing in the spice garden in the backyard of our house.”
“What specifically do you remember doing in the garden?”
“I’d be half in my imagination, and half in reality. The way children are…”
“Can you give an example of that?”
“I don’t know… say that I was playing in a patch of lavender. And I’m smelling the lavender, and holding the lavender. In my imagination, I’d also be in the future, giving the lavender to my family and friends.”
"I was young. It was just the kind of shit that actresses have to go through. Somebody told me I was fat, that I was going to get fired if I didn’t lose a certain amount of weight. They brought in pictures of me where I was basically naked, and told me to use them as motivation for my diet. It was just that. [Someone brought it up recently] They thought that because of the way my career had gone, it wouldn’t still hurt me. That somehow, after I won an Oscar, I’m above it all. ‘You really still care about that?’ Yeah. I was a little girl. I was hurt. It doesn’t matter what accolades you get. I know it’ll never happen to me again. If anybody even tries to whisper the word ‘diet’, I’m like, ‘You can go fuck yourself.”