Don't look at your legs and think: 'They're fat.' Think: 'These things carry me around all day, and I don't have arthritis. Oh, and I've got great ankles.'
I can't remember a time when I didn't love fashion. As a child, I was always particular about what I'd wear. I remember feeling most aggrieved that I had to put on a dull uniform to go to boarding school.
At school, I was only allowed four sweets every Wednesday, so I've developed an addiction.
A Joan Crawford dress looks really good on an hourglass figure.
To me, it is like a diabetic with insulin. If that diabetic stops taking insulin, they will die, and I believe that if I don't follow the 12-step programme, I will regress, and that could eventually be the death of me.
Careers, children and homemaking all come above preserving your appearance. Self-preservation is at the bottom of the scale.
For me as an individual, it's important that I have a career as a role model for my children, that I earn my own money, and I spend it prudently and imprudently.
In America, there's a programme called 'The Swan.' They take 12 ugly people and call them 'ugly ducklings.' They spend six months and have everything done - plastic surgery, teeth, everything. And then they have this moment where their family is brought in, and they are revealed. It's scary.
I literally change on the shop floor. I just stand there in my knickers sometimes.