I don't feel any sense of competition at all, and that might be my naïveté, but I don't feel pitted against anyone at all.

She's always bragging about the dumbest stuff. The other day she was telling me, she's like, 'You know I can still fit in my wedding dress.' I was like, 'Oh my god, who cares, right?' I mean it is weird that she's the same size now as she was when she was 8 months pregnant.

I don't feel any sense of competition at all, and that might be my naïveté, but I don't feel pitted against anyone at all.

Very neat for a boy; always cleaned up his mess, no matter where he got it on me. He's Hispanic, so he's like, 'Now who's the wetback?' I'm like, 'Hey, still you. Get back in the kitchen, those dishes aren't going to do themselves.

I feel very comfortable in my own skin. When someone makes jokes about me being heavy, it makes me mad. It's not true. I'm right where I should be.

You know that show 'Teen Mom'? Or if you're from the South, 'Mom.

We had to break up, though. We wanted different things - like he wanted kids and I wanted him to hear.