I thought that if I accomplished enough, that somehow I would be let off the hook in the future. Like I didn’t have to keep striving and achieving because I had done that already, and it would add up to being enough.

I don't even like watching sex scenes in movies. I have a slight prudish side to me.

If your self-esteem really does depend on how you look you're always going to be insecure. There's no way you can get around it because you are going to age. Even if you get that perfect body you're going to get older and older and older. You can't avid it. So you have to somehow, at some point, take control and sift the focus and decide who you are, what you can contribute to the world, what you do and say, is so much more important than how you look.

Most important, in order to find real happiness, you must learn to love yourself for the totality of who you are and not just what you look like.

I wondered if that's what aging felt like. That desire and reality were dueling until the day you die, that nobody every got to a place of peace. I had always wanted to get old so I didn't have to care anymore, but I began to think that it would be best just to skip the getting older part and just die.

I'm really attracted to strong women. Let me rephrase that, I'm really attracted to strong female characters.

I want young people to see me and think you can be feminine and smart and successful, all at the same time.