So Basically, I Don't Know What I'm

It Can Be Hard For The Cute Girl. I Was Blond, Cute, Broke. I Was Beat Up. I Was Thrown Inside Lockers. I Was Burned With Cigarettes. My Hair Was Lit On Fire.

If You Give Us A Safe Vaccine, We'll Use It. It Shouldn't Be Polio Versus Autism.

Parents Of Recovered Children, And I've Met Hundreds, All Share The Same Experience Of Doubters And Deniers Telling Us Our Child Must Have Never Even Had Autism Or That The Recovery Was Simply Nature's Course. We All Know Better, And Frankly We're Too Busy Helping Other Parents To Really Care.

I Can't Even Begin To Tell You How Many Casting Couches I Was Attacked On. Not Just By Casting People, But By Stars. And When I Wouldn't Give Them My Number, They'd Say, "who The Hell Do You Think You Are? You Will Never Make It In This Town. I'll Make Sure Of It."

No I Don't Have A Sex Tape And I'm Kind Of Upset That I Don't. You Know Why? 'cause I'm Really Good.