If I deny myself something, I just get resentful, so what's the point?
I don't know any woman who doesn't have an anxiety attack about wearing a bathing suit.
I eat whatever I want, junk food included.
I love Vegas. It's like going to Disneyland.
Because of my crazy work schedule, I have become something of a master at changing my clothes while driving. The men driving next to me love it.
I balance things better and don't kill myself so much, but conflict makes me a more interesting actress to watch. The places I go to pull emotions from, I think if you have a perfect, happy life, you just don't have those places. And I want those places. I'm proud of those places.