Larry Birkhead

She goes, oh my gosh.

And she's looking at me.

So Anna immediately turns her back to the waitress.

She looks at me and we both had beers in our hand and stuff.

The paparazzi is outside still.

We were still dealing with that.

And she takes a swig of her beer and I, and, um, tears start coming down her face.

And she says, um,

you're going to eat five meals and you're going to lift weights and you're going to get big and no one's going to think you're my fucking son and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

And I'm like, you know, I, but she had already told me I look like her son.

You know what I mean?

So it was like, she was taking that and going, now I was being used against me.

And I was like, I didn't really think we looked anything like other than like, it was cool.

We had the same birthday, but whatever, you know?

And so

She thought that.

Yeah.

And she was always sensitive about criticism about, you know, the way she looked.

And she was used to being picked apart.

And she had just kind of, you know...