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'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 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.

Know what the best thing about insomnia is? That I get to stay up all night figuring it out.

How many of you have had a crush on a teacher? I mean, remember that Physics professor? Law One is so steamy, I'm getting worked up just thinking about it: Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it. Mee-yow.

I'm not one of those people who walks away and says, "That's a lot better than I thought it was going to be." I said, "No, this is as bad as I thought it was going to be, I didn't like it. I didn't want to talk to anybody."

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