I've got more junk in the trunk than most 5-foot-1 blonde girls, and I like it.

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!

There has to be this balance of reality for a woman. I don't want to play women who just serve a purpose for the script.

High school is a pit of despair. It's a swirling tornado of insecurities and there's really nothing good about it. It's at the time where everybody is waking up with different opinions every day, and you're on this learning curve of who you are and who you want to be, and you're comparing yourself with every other male and female around you. There's no sense to it.

We have a family calendar and it's how everybody runs. In truth, there's no trick to balancing it. If you look at the calendar and you've seen you've gone ten days without a date night, you know you need to prioritize more.

I might not be perfect, but I feel perfect. I think that's all that matters.

But it’s compounded by the fact that I love animals and feel better not eating them.