My parents taught me never to judge others based on whom they love, what color their skin is, or their religion.

Love is the one wild card.

Happiness isn't a constant. You get fleeting glimpses. You have to fight for those moments, but they make it all worth it.

Dating or finding someone is the last thing on my mind.

When I listen to a song, I don't say, 'Oh my gosh, that vocal line she sang was the best thing I ever heard.' I'm thinking, 'That lyric just moves me. That lyric just said what I feel better than I could say it myself.'

No one has the right to criticize you for how your body looks, but they will. One thing I've learned from experiencing this exact kind of criticism is that no one else can label your body except for you. No one gets to have a place in your mind if they weren't invited there by you. So please do me this one favor: Don't let their ugly words into your beautiful mind.

In life, you learn lessons. And sometimes you learn them the hard way. Sometimes you learn them too late.