It's okay not to be perfect. Your imperfections are what make you YOU. And at the end of the day, people like real people, flaws and all. At least I do.

I like to know that when I'm 90 years old, I'm going to be able to look at a song or poem I wrote and say, "Wow! I remember I was so crazy about this person," or "I remember what that day felt like."

There's no freedom like the freedom that comes from accepting yourself.

I've learned that I don't want to be as open or public about relationships anymore. In my first relationship, I thought I could hold on to the normalcy of just being like "Yeah, we're dating," just like if it were high school and I was telling my friends. But in high school, there aren't articles written everywhere when you break up and you don't have everyone in the school coming up to you and asking what happened or sharing their opinion with you. It didn't feel like ours anymore, it felt like everybody else's.

I'm excited to be home, not wear makeup, and wear onesies.

It's more than Fifth Harmony, the girl group - it's a sisterhood.

Whether or not someone sexualizes you for wearing an outfit, that's their problem and not yours.