I went through all my twenties thinking that I wasn't good enough.
I get in my golf cart with my dogs, I have five dogs.
I don't like to be labeled as lonely just because I am alone.
And I have to work so hard at talking positively to myself. If I don't, it's just real hard to get through the day, and I'll get really down, and just want to cry. My whole body language changes. I get more slumped over.
Eve wasn't a size 6 and neither am I.
At the end. First start off and do your youth thing In Hollywood and then go to New York later. But it wound up being later, later than I thought it was going to be.