There Are Many Stages Of Grief.

I've Gone For Each Type: The Rough Guy; The Nerdy, Sweet, Lovable Guy; And The Slick Guy. I Don't Really Have A Type. Men In General Are A Good Thing.

As My Doctor Said, Eventually Your Eyes Do Start To Give Out On You If You're Not Taking Care Of Them.

I Don't Know What It Means To Be A Sex Symbol. When I Look Myself On A Magazine Cover I Don't See It As Me, But As Someone Painted, Fluffed, Puffed And Done Up.

I Can't Write. I Would Love To. I Don't Really Have An Interest In It, To Be Honest. I'll Leave That To My Fiance.

I Don't Have This Sort Of Checklist Of Things That Have To Be Done, Andif They're Not Checked, Then I've Failed Some Part Of My Feminism Or My Being A Woman Or My Worth And My Value As A Woman Because I Haven't Birthed A Child. I've Birthed A Lot Of Things, And I Feel Like I've Mothered Many Things. And I Don't Feel Like It's Fair To Put That Pressure On People.