I'm an incurable optimist and a go-getter - it's in my nature to focus much more on what makes me happy than what makes me nervous.

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

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

Work has enhanced and certainly supported my feelings toward myself, because it's been a reflection of goals I've set. But if you're not happy with yourself on the inside, then what does it matter?

It's about time that people forget that image of strip clubs as seedy places...Rather, today's clubs are capital-intensive female-empowerment zones.

Some of my lowest points were the most exciting opportunities to push through to be a better person.

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