Amy Poehler

“In middle school, my demon would receive my school picture and maybe gently suggest I do something about those eyebrows, but for the most part it left me alone. Then I started caring about boys. Boys, who were going through their own battles, started to point things out about me I hadn’t yet noticed. I looked like a frog. I smiled like a Muppet. One told me to stop looking at him with my big weird eyes. I looked in the mirror at my flat chest and my freckles and hear a sound. It was the demon. He moved in and demanded the top bunk. The demon still visits me often. I wish I could tell you that being on TV or having a nice picture in a magazine suddenly washes all of those thoughts away, but it really doesn’t.” People Magazine

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