I have some sarcastic sides of me.

I am the middle child with an older and younger brother.

I remember the general anxiety of teenager, and I remember establishing some sort of appearance based on what my peers would think. And cliques, oh my God, the worst. The worst!

I have some sarcastic sides of me.

Both my best and worst memories are of my time in Nicaragua. The experience as a whole was totally redeeming and amazing. It sounds so cliche, but I don't care because I'm saying that from the heart. I stayed with a host family and went back to the same kind of rural farming village outside of Managua.

I really can't watch myself. I just get too in my head about it and start overthinking everything.

I feel very strongly that young women have regressed a little bit. But I do get all preachy about it.