I feel like I have a bowling ball sitting on my hoo-ha.

Isn't it weird that I'm getting all emotionable?

No matter how much money you spend to make yourself beautiful - with all the products, the diets, the plastic surgery - in the end, women need to fall in love with themselves and realize they're wonderfully made.

I try not to read blogs. The comments are extremely harsh.

I'm a huge fan of Mariah Carey. I admired her music for so long. It's hard to follow on her footstep. She's so successful. Mariah's Mariah. To be compared to her is a huge compliment.

What if I accidentally hit somebody? Because my dad took one of his friends golfing, and it was, like, one of his first times and he knocked out a duck. Like, I'm scared that's going to happen.

I'm interested in learning more about myself and what I value in myself and letting that be the beautiful part of me, rather than putting on the makeup or wearing the right designer.