I don't have makeup on all the time, but when I want, I have fun with my friends choosing clothes and putting nail polish on.

I'm going to be the most competitive birth-giver ever.

Steve Jobs has a great speech where he talks about how the wrong turns in his life truly set him on the path that he needed to be on. Anyway, what do I do? I bake. I'm pretty competitive about my chocolate chip banana bread. I don't think anyone can believe how good it is. It's really on another level.

In Cancún, I felt like I had walked into an American teen movie.

I can't wait to be able to drive, but it's hard. Good driving doesn't really run in my family genes. My mother is possibly the worst driver ever.

I keep telling myself that I'm a human being, an imperfect human being who's not made to look like a doll, and that who I am as a person is more important than whether at that moment I have a nice figure.

But sometimes I've felt a little constrained by that idea of who I'm meant to be.