All the work built my fame and certainly made me more money, but the toll it took in my home was not good.

I respect so much the work that so many women do, but that's just not what I do. I have a job where I advertise yogurt that makes you poop, and people love it and tell me about their bowel movements, every day.

I'm uninterested in superheroes. I am only interested in real stories, real people, real connection.

I don't have great thighs. I have very big breasts and a soft, fatty little tummy. And I've got back fat. People assume that I'm walking around in little spaghetti-strap dresses. It's insidious - Glam Jamie, the Perfect Jamie, the great figure, blah, blah, blah. And I don't want the unsuspecting 40-year-old women of the world to think that I've got it going on. It's such a fraud. And I'm the one perpetuating it.

To make new friends you have be willing to put in the time.

Life is not supposed to be this calcified experience where you don't change.

The more I like me, the less I want to pretend to be other people.