I definitely don't do stomach, because nobody wants to see that.

I'd sleep in a little, work out, do laundry, run errands, buy presents for people with birthdays coming up. I like it when I don't have to be anywhere, and anything I do is my choice.

I can't believe this is happening to me. The weirdest thing is it was just a dream, and now it's actually real. It's hard to believe sometimes.

Story book endings, fairytales coming true.

I've seen people that get onstage and sing while they have tears running down their face - I can't do that. When I cry, it starts like in my throat, so when I have something that's really emotional, sometimes if I access that too much, I can't finish the song.

I'm grateful for every scar, some pages turned, some bridges burned, but there were lessons learned

I try to stay away from carb-y things at dinner.