I'm desperate to have children. I am chomping at the bit. It's a problem. I can't imagine that I will not be a mother.

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.

Romcoms are challenging, but I'm hungry for drama.

With the counseling of my family doctor, my mother ended up turning to Weight Watchers and their children's program. I went to weekly meetings, got counseling and would exercise with my peers who were my size. It was the first time I saw a proper children's portion size, and it wasn't two burgers, it was one.

Couldn't start the morning without caffeine.

One should not google oneself. My mother lets me know when I'm being followed by paparazzi.

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.