I grew up in a military family. I was moved around from school to school, so people aren't always the most welcoming to new girls in school.

If you stand up for women, then don't bash me.

I'm easy to hate. I get it.

I literally hate working out.

I'm a 'What you see is what I want you to see' kind of girl . . . When I first started, I just wanted to be perfect. I wanted to say I loved bunnies and rainbows and world peace. I realized that the only way to be perfect was to embrace your imperfections.

I remember reading these articles when I was younger, and I just felt like, well, in order to look like that, you have to have some secret, magical unicorn blood that makes carbs disappear as they go into your body. I prefer the truth.

I realize my arms aren't as toned as Halle Berry's but I don't want them to be.