I Have To Work, For My Soul.

I'm Not Going To Make A Judgment On Plastic Surgery Because I Don't Have To Yet. I Mean, I'd Like To Think I'll Feel Great About Myself And Age Gracefully, But Then I Think, Well, What If I Do Want A Little Bit Of Something? I'm Open To Being Open.

I Think The Best Partner You Can Have Is Someone Who Makes You Want To Be The Best Form Of Yourself.

When I Found Out I Was Having Twins, I Was Even In Denial That I Was Pregnant. When I Found Out I Was Having Twins I Just Laughed. "of Course This Would Happen!" I Started Giggling.

My Mom Always Told Me That If You Work Hard, You Can Achieve Anything. And It's True. It's One Of The Truest Things Ever.

Where You Really Have Your Eggs In One Basket And That Breach Happens And You Know You Should Go But You're Still In Love And You Just Don't Know What To Do. It Hits You Because It's Not Like -- You're A Cheater, And A Liar, And I Hate You, And You're No Good, And I'm Leaving. It's Not That. It's Like, I'm Tormented. Even Though You've Done This And I Know It, I Still Don't Know What To Do. I Know I Should Go, But I Don't Want To. And That's Why It's Such A F***ed-up Thing.