I never thought I would become that person who loves working out. It sucks while you're doing it, but the second you finish, it's like, 'Wow, I feel great! I'm stronger and much more confident.'

I feel - as I'm edging to my thirties, I feel like a stronger person and a more confident person.

I feel naked without my rings, and don't like walking out of the house without them, even if they do tear half of my sweaters and stab my friends in the eye.

I'm not going to give up salt and sugar because I want to look like Adriana Lima. But I am going to work out to make myself feel good in my own body.

My sister, mom and I all wear the same size, so I shop a lot at a boutique called 'my mother's closet' that is right down the hall from my bedroom. She has vintage Comme des Garcons dresses that I feel so elegant wearing.

You see, every day, that the people who are seemingly so confident and seemingly so in love with themselves are the ones who are the most insecure and hurting the most inside.