“I suffered from ‘No one will ever fancy me!’ syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.”

I was a wayward child, very passionate and very determined. If I made up my mind to do something, there was no stopping me.

I wouldn’t dream of working on something that didn’t make my gut rumble and my heart want to explode.

Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.

My husband is not a jealous person in any way.

I kept on going and I overcame my fears and got over my insecurities.

Femininity for me means happiness and freedom, freedom of being who you are in whatever shape or size you come in.

You can’t be a proper writer without a touch of madness, can you?

The retouching is excessive. I do not look like that and more importantly, I don’t desire to look like that.

There’s more to life than cheek bones.

It doesn’t make any sense that’s why I trust it!

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don’t mind being completely insane.

You know why I fear people’s judgment? Because I know they’re judging. I know they are.

As a woman, especially when you have children, one gets so good at soldiering on – almost too good.

You’re supposed to be the leading lady in your own life, for Gods sake!

A lot of the girls were awful, very catty. It was a competitive environment that I didn’t like. You have no idea of the anorexia I saw around me.

I wouldn’t be a part of anything that had acts of violence toward children. I don’t think I would do a horror film, either. That just doesn’t sit well on my soul.

I never loved you for your perfections, I loved you for those little flaws which made you more beautiful and unique.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

The fame isn’t important to me. It’s a blessing to have. Having so many people that support me, that love me and listen to my music, is beautiful.

The most beautiful lessons are the hardest, and letting go is the most difficult out of the rest to do.

We made a mess of this love, you and I. Forever the most beautiful disaster.

Don’t be afraid of failure & that’s a dam beautiful thing.

I wish to meet you when you madly dance in the rain, sipping on whiskey, feeling every drop touching your beautiful face.

We judge on the basis of what somebody looks like, skin color, whether we think they’re beautiful or not. That space on the Internet allows you to converse with somebody with none of those things involved.