Quote by Salma Hayek

Everybody has a weakness. Mine is food.

Everybody has a weakness. Mine is food.

Summary

This quote suggests that everyone has a personal vulnerability in some aspect of their life, and in this case, it specifically refers to a weakness for food. It implies that the person speaking finds it challenging to resist the temptation and indulgence of consuming food, possibly implying a lack of self-control or discipline in this area. The quote highlights the recognition of one's own weakness without judgment or shame, acknowledging that it is a genuine struggle for them.

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