I would never judge someone's intrigue with the spoils of fame, because I went through that.

I just feel compelled to continue to be transparent. It just really levels the playing field and eradicates the shame that I have, or that one might have, about being human. So I'm going to just keep going.

Why are you so petrified of silence, here can you handle this? Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines or when you think you're gonna die? Or did you long for the next distraction.

I didn't want to be one of those women who wake up at 63 years old and realize they've missed the window of opportunity for marriage and children.

The more I know the less tortured I am.

Who I am inside determines how I feel about my body instead of the other way around

I make up new lyrics to well-known lullabies. Mostly because I don't actually know a lot of the lyrics.