Acting probably saved my life. It gave me a home and a safe place to let out all of my emotions and have it be ok.
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.
If I deny myself something, I just get resentful, so what's the point?
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.