When I was young I was soft spoken and a little bit timid and passive. My dream then was to be a ballerina or a figure skater - something very delicate.

I always wear something slightly masculine.

I have two roommates, so it's a challenge to keep the house the way I like.

My dad's side of the family are missionaries who are more comfortable sitting around in sweatpants than they are in a five-star restaurant. But those two influences converged in my life. My heart is in helping people and in the less materialistic side of things, but there's the side of me that's more polished. If I were to live in Africa, serving the poor, the number-one thing I'd miss wouldn't be running water or electricity—it would be style...being able to get dressed up and feel beautiful.

I think men don't know what they want, so the idea of not knowing what they're getting makes it a little easier on them.

I cried myself to sleep wishing I was ugly because men leered and disrespected me, because they assumed things about my mental capacity or my physical willingness based on the way I look.

My bedroom is my sanctuary. It's the only place in the house that has a beautiful lush shag rug, which is my favorite.