I only wear heels when a stylist puts me in them.

I express myself through clothes, but clothes don't define me.

But often times, I feel like I'm so blessed, it's not fair. That what I'm doing is not contributing to the good of the world.

One night I'd had some beers, and then I Googled myself and spent the night in tears.

Nudity is for my boyfriend or my doctor.

I really am super lazy and doing long hair, especially mine, is a big pain in the butt. It's filled with cowlicks and kinks and curls and frizz - and it was taking too much time in the morning.

I’m a better person in a relationship, and I’m a happier person. I need to come home at the end of the day and have it not be about me and my freaking hair and makeup and character motivations anymore. And I think my work is more inspired when home is safe and sound and solid, because what I do for a living is so bananas and so insecure.