I love my mom. My mom loves me. We don't have an easy relationship. I don't think we ever will, but I'd rather have a complicated, misunderstood relationship than have no relationship at all.

I'm all for same-sex marriage.

Oh my God, I'm not anorexic. I acknowledge that I look thin in photos. I get it.

All it takes is for one person to say you’re ugly, and you’re like, I guess I’m ugly. And that was it.

I want to be a loving mom.

During my first pregnancy, I spent a lot of time worrying about how big I was getting and how I would lose it afterwards.

I’d had three great pregnancies. I thought morning sickness was the end of the world, and it’s not until something pretty major happens that you’re like, oh my gosh those were all a piece of cake. I had a pretty large bleed. I thought I was having a miscarriage.