People are constantly asking me if I'm pregnant, but I don't like to talk about it too much. I just think about it as the next phase. We'll see.

After every storm, if you look hard enough, a rainbow appears.

She smiles through a thousand tears, and harbors adolescent fears. She dreams of all that she can never be, she wades in insecurity.

I'm far from perfect. I'm still learning. I overworked myself, and I paid the price. I consider the breakdown a breakthrough. I needed to hit rock bottom. I needed to understand the cost of pushing so hard; fighting so hard against the system.

Being a mother is probably the hardest job in the world. I feel like, in a lot of ways, children come into the world to teach us.

Sipping Bailey's Cream by the stereo, trying to find relief on the radio. I'm suppressing the tears.

You really have to look inside yourself to find your inner strength.