I'm not overweight. I flucuate between chubby and curvy.

I sort of refuse to be an outsider, even though I know that I very much look like one to a lot of people, and I refuse to view myself in such terms.

I say if you love something, set it in a small cage and pester and smother it with love until it either loves you back or dies.

If I'm going to be a mess, I might as well be a hot mess, right?

My mom always used to say, "You can't say I love you before you can say I." And I think that sort of makes sense.

I don't want to be skinny. I'm constantly in a state of self-improvement but I don't beat myself up over it.

When you're "East Coast" person, you are so insufferable, and you have no idea. And I was. One, because I was miserable, and nobody liked to be around a miserable person, and two, everything that I thought was so profound, everyone had already dealt with.