I hated school, but I was a good student. I made straight A's.

I hate flying. I don't planes. I get really anxious.

I was the one small brunete among tall blondes. You only get one body, might as well love it. Nothing is the end of the world. Flash forward a year and ask, "Is this really going to be that big of a deal? In the long run, it's really not".

I feel like girls in general will always worry about the same things, and it's all appearance related. That will always be there. When you grow older, you grow more confident with who you are.

Surround yourself with the right people, and realize your own worth.

Real people aren't perfect; they fall down and mess up and screw up. Those are the kind of people that I look to, and I've always aspired to just be authentic.

I'm still getting to the good part / the breaking down / learning how to write my story.