“I’m cool. I don’t need to be skinny. I like to be strong.”

Why do we fall in love so easy, even when it’s not right?

I’m never the kind of person who’s sitting at home reading the charts and basing how I feel about myself or even my career on stats. I’ve always based it on, ‘Am I doing the best that I can do?’

Seems it’s my destiny for love to cause me misery.

Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect.

I dedicate my love and whole heart this Memorial Day to my Dad, a soldier, who like many others, suffers in silence with pride and honor.

I’m not barbie, and i’m alright with that.

People are always like, Why did you and husband Carey Hart get back together? Well, we weren’t done. And now we have Willow, so we’ll never be done.

The only problems I’ve ever had with being honest is telling people how I feel about them or saying how I feel about other people.

To experience the good you have to have seen the bad; plus it makes you appreciate blessings more. Tough times taught me to be a fighter.

I’ve always loved to prove people wrong. I want to be able to cross color lines, because in music, there really is no barrier.

Carey’s had tough times as well, so between the two of us, it’s perfect.

When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.

My definition of stupid is wasting your opportunity to be yourself because I think everybody has a uniqueness and everybody’s good at something.

Sometimes it takes a tragedy to bring people together, Other times it just takes music.

But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die. You’ve gotta get up and try, try, try.

My stage show is raw and unpredictable.