“It’s lame to say that I’m a normal girl, but I think I am.”

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.

The mouthier I got, the more I’d be celebrated.

I like predictability because I know what I’m getting into.

We are all human beings, part of the human race, and we need to be compassionate and giving and kind with one another.

I’m really proud of myself because I’ve pared my beauty regimen down to a cream blush and berry-tinted lip balm, which has saved me so much time.

Tell these girls they don’t need men to feel like woman.

The pretty girl is always right.

I don’t think I am a star; I consider myself like any other girl who is of my age. Others may be working in office and doing different jobs. Similarly I don’t think I am doing something different. I am also working.

I like being the girl nobody can have.

Don’t get upset girl, that’s how it goes. I don’t love you hoes, I’m out the door.

I like to think of myself as the girl that no one can get, that no one can keep in their hand.

I’m just a girl, With a dream that got the best of me, In a world that believes fame is everything.

Women often don’t want to be typecast as the girl that’s sad.