There's this idea that if you take your clothes off, somehow you must have loose morals.

I don't like to take my clothes off.

I truly believe you can't buy your way into genuine love. You can surely buy companionship, but I don't think [love] has a price tag on it.

I have had a love-hate relationship with my body.

I said I would get better with each baby, and I have.

When I'm at the greatest odds with my body, it's usually because I feel my body's betraying me, whether that's been in the past, struggling with my weight and feeling that I couldn't eat what I wanted to eat, or that I couldn't get my body to do what I wanted it to do.

I feel like I have the fortune of privilege, particularly as it relates to my children.