There's a misconception that maybe I'm overly confident or a little vapid or that I am a stereotypical, bratty, spoiled girl who doesn't have much to bring to the table other than how people perceive her physically.

I am a stepmother to the fullest extent.

I'm very confident in how I project my personality.

I believe in all of these Irish myths, like leprechauns. Not the pot of gold, not the Lucky Charms leprechauns. But maybe was there something in the traditional sense? I believe that this stuff came from somewhere other than people's imaginations.

I am deluded enough to think I can bring something to the table.

I'm going to be who I am and believe in what I bring to the table every day.