"You are what you eat." Nothing else. Never. If you are nourished with cow's milk and later with herbs, you'll become someone whose whole life is good only for being exploited by others.

Why do they think "fat dyke" is an insult? To me that means, "I'm-a eat fried chicken and pussy."

Translation: Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.

When I was modeling, food was either my best friend or my worst enemy. I would not eat all day for fear of gaining weight, and then, if something went well, I would reward myself with brownies. I needed the sugar to keep me going. I was eating based on my emotions and always feeling guilty. Going raw and educating myself about food helped me change this mind-set. I learned that food is fuel and what we choose affects everything: our bodies, minds, moods, job performance, and relationships—even our sex lives. As they say in Silicon Valley: garbage in, garbage out. In order to fuel myself properly I needed to eat food in its real and natural state. That meant no more garbage in—no more artificial ingredients or processed foods. You really are what you eat. We’ve all heard this phrase before, but it doesn’t always resonate. Why not? It’s so simple.

You are what you eat and what you eat determines your life span and to eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently is an act.”

It’s like every year am accused of being pregnant. But it is just that sometimes, a person has to eat their food and get satisfied

Food is, for me, for everybody, a very sexual thing and I think I realised that quite early on. I still cannot exaggerate how just putting a meal in front of somebody is really more of a buzz for me than anything. And I mean anything. Maybe that goes back to trying to please my dad, I don't know. It's like parenting in a way I suppose.

Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es.

Bunny takes another bite of his Big Mac and knows what everybody who is into this sort of things knows - that with its flaccid bun, its spongy meat, the cheese, the slimy little pickle and, of course, the briny special sauce, biting into a Big Mac is as close to eating pussy as, well, eating pussy.

It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up

"Fussy eater" is a euphemism for "big pain in the ass".

Whenever you hear the words chink, nigger, beaner, paki, sissy, bull dyke, faggot, cunt, bitch, ho, jap...because through no fault of your own, you happen to be you, and apparently to the person saying it something is wrong with that.

I had a dream about you. We were at a buffet, but instead of eating food, we were forced to eat our words. You were eating words like “Winner,” “Victory,” and Triumphant,” while I was eating words like “Macaroni,” “Pizza,” and “Meatloaf.

Whenever anyone has called me a bitch, I have taken it as a compliment. To me, a bitch is assertive, unapologetic, demanding, intimidating, intelligent, fiercely protective, in control — all very positive attributes. But it’s not supposed to be a compliment, because there’s that stupid double standard: When men are aggressive and dominant, they are admired, but when a woman possesses those same qualities, she is dismissed and called a bitch.

These days, I strive to be a bitch, because not being one sucks. Not being a bitch means not having your voice heard. Not being a bitch means you agree with all the bullshit. Not being a bitch means you don’t appreciate all the other bitches who have come before you. Not being a bitch means since Eve ate that apple, we will forever have to pay for her bitchiness with complacence, obedience, acceptance, closed eyes, and open legs.