A woman is often measured by the things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn't curve, by where she is flat or straight or round. She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches and ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don’t ever add up to who she is on the inside. And so if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control, by who she is and who she is trying to become. Because as every woman knows, measurements are only statistics... and STATISTICS LIE.

I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.

I have always felt comfortable in blue jeans. I have found it interesting, however, that people also whistle at blue jeans. I have to admit that I like mine to fit. There's nothing I hate worse than baggy blue jeans.

Don't let your fear of failing triumph over the joy of participating.

Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always trust yourself, because if you don't then who will??

Happiness never becomes a habit.

In fact, my popularity seems almost entirely a masculine phenomenon.