I'm 27. I feel like I get it. I'm OK with being sexy if I feel like it. Some days I'm brainy, some days I'm funny, some days I'm sexy, and sometimes, I just want to dance.

I was slinging whatever I could get my hands on. Whether it was chronic, whether it was crack.

I'm a workaholic because I don't want to not work. When you come from basically nothing and you have so much good things happening for you sometimes you have to sacrifice.

Sometimes a relationship is what falls cause it's not fair that, that person has to fit inside your life or you have to fit inside that person's life.

I'm a sucker for corn rows and manicured toes.

Having the balance of a work life and a family life has been so good for me.

I don't believe in luck. I believe everything happens for a reason.