My mom was amazing. She believed in me and we were best friends.

For some reason if we hear 100 praises and one criticism, we focus on that one hurtful thing.

I hate my stomach. It's impossible to get it flat, and the area around my belly button drives me crazy.

If you are thinking every day, 'I have to get to the gym' and 'I have to lose this weight,' and that's all you think about and you obsess over it, it's not healthy.

For some interesting reason, I also like a guy who has a littte bit of a belly. I think that's really cute.

When anything bad happens, my insecurities come flooding out.

There's moments when I think it's kind of silly and I wish I would've just stayed natural