I was so paranoid that my friends wouldn't like me. I went to a very small school where the consequences of bullying were very real. You couldn't just push some nameless face in the hallway because everybody knew each other's families, so there wasn't the obligatory psychotic jackass that tortured everybody.

I can fill my cup up with real human interactions that allow me to be an actor. If I had no basis for relationships, as Kristen Bell, the human, I couldn't be an actress.

Who cares if there are lumps on my thighs? I'm guilty of having human legs made up of fat, muscle, and skin, and sometimes when you sit, they get bumpy!

Life isn't a fairy tale, and happy endings are few and far between

We as human beings are slightly masochistic. Everybody is ridden with insecurities and they manifest themselves in different ways, whether you're a pleaser, you're mean, you're super-duper sweet and get walked on, or you're a gossip that talks about someone else.

I'm empathetic to a fault. I really do - embarrassingly enough - tear up when someone squishes a bug in front of me.

And I thought, there's a sloth near. There's a sloth here, it's close, it's gonna happen. And I didn't know how to process that, because my entire life had been waiting for this moment.