A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face.

If I start going back to church, I'd have to stop the smoking and drinking, and I wouldn't be able to curse any more.

When I see some of the people who are glorified in magazines these days - who are so thin it's bordering on sickness - I just feel exhausted.

If I spread myself too thin, I'm not a good actor, I'm not a good mother, and I'm just really high-strung - and everybody hates me.

I'm realising now that I can't just blurt things out.

I just ultimately wanted to be a mother. I love children.

It's lame to say that I'm a normal girl, but I think I am.