“When I do get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be one of those women who don’t look pregnant from behind – I’ll be that chick who looks pregnant from her ankles up!”

A lot of children don’t find forever homes because they’re on that special-needs list, even if it’s because of something as simple as her mother smoked cigarettes for a month, not knowing she was pregnant.

It’s easy to be taken advantage of if you’re not honest.

I’m not perfect. But clothes help. A good bra with some underwire definitely helps a lot!

I want to stay in the moment and enjoy the great things that are happening.

I’m not terribly sentimental.

Of course, of course I’m grateful. How can I not be grateful? I have been afforded such a wonderful life.

I think that I always loved being the centre of attention!

I always assume I look better than I actually do. I’ll feel pretty good about myself when I leave the house, then I’ll see a picture and think, ‘Crap, I had no idea that’s what I was looking like.’

I spent so many years just saying what I felt without thinking about the ramifications, without understanding that I have this opinion but not everyone might share that opinion and now they don’t like me because of it.

I just ultimately wanted to be a mother. I love children.

I have my moments, but generally speaking I shy away from being too lovey dovey.

I definitely want to go out and explore different personalities and different people.

I like going on location for films.

When something disappointing happened, my mother would remind me not to let that become my focus. There’s still so much to be grateful for.

I’m too lazy and I like food and I like my free time too much to spend it working out!

As women, we have more of a tendency to be people-pleasers, and I know a lot of women who are not vocal about what makes them happy.

Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard? Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

Imagine how weird phones would look if your mouth was nowhere near your ears.

On the other hand, you have different fingers.

It’s scary to imagine yourself failing. But I do know that in Bollywood, every Friday changes your destiny, and unfortunately, every Friday also changes the way people look at you.

It’s not the size of the nose that matters, it’s what’s inside that counts.

The magic that lives in being loved for who you are in the shadows, not just for how you appear in the light.

Oh my God, so many young girls now look like whores!

Let’s jump in the rabbit hole, ditch our fears, and watch, like magic, how strength appears.