It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

I am grateful to learn from their mistakes, because I am not injecting s- into my face. I see them and my heart breaks. I think, 'Oh God, if you only know how much older you look.' They are trying to stop the clock and all you can see is an insecure person who won't let themselves just age. I also have a fiancé who will put a gun to my head if I touch my face in any way.

Everybody relates to having a dream.

Do I have my days when I've thrown a little pity party for myself? Absolutely.

As an adult, I can't blame my parents any more.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

I remember being seven and asking my mom if I was as pretty as Monique [my best friend in grade school]. And with all the love in the world, my mom looked at me and said, 'Oh, honey, you're so funny.' So, she doesn't lie to me...she answers the question by not answering and instead tells me what she thinks is my greatest strength.