Seems it's my destiny for love to cause me misery.

I look at Willow and she's so naughty and fiery, and I'm not going to take any of her fierceness personally - my mom took all of my behavior personally. Everything I did, she thought it was an act of rebellion against her. But it was just me being me. And that's something I want to post on every mirror in my house: This is not about you!

I'm not barbie, and im alright with that.

The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It's the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break it - no wind, no elements, it can bend and withstand anything.

I will never be a stupid girl... and neither should you. Today, charting your own course isn't just more necessary than ever before... it's also much easier -- and much more fun. A good education is one of the greatest gifts you could ever give yourself.

Change the voices in your head. Make them like you instead.

I have never really encountered anybody that was rude to me. Well, not to my face anyway.