“I’m not scared of spiders at all. I’m the spider killer in the house.”

My biggest fear is the people I love not knowing how much I love them. I just want to remind people all the time.

I always feel better and more beautiful in things that I’m comfortable in so I was fine with putting a little makeup on and keeping my leggings on and going to a party.

Just be nice to people and be someone people want to work with because if people don’t like working with you it’s just not going to work out.

I think what’s worked better for me personally is I have three goals every day: be nice, work hard and make friends.

I post pictures that I want to post and say what I want to say. If that’s three times a day or three times per month, then whatever.

I always say, ‘Eat clean to stay fit; have a burger to stay sane.’

I think that not being perfect has given me the freedom to keep getting better.

Our girl joined us earth-side this weekend and she’s already changed our world.

Washing your face is self-love, brushing your hair is self-love, playing with makeup to dress up, or be creative, is self-love. If you did anything for yourself today, I’m proud of you.

So many women around the world in so many different career paths and places are expected to be perfect and I know that it sounds cliché, but none of us are.

Every opportunity to walk in fashion show is a blessing

I’ve met people and have mentors that have taught me and I’m still trying to get better today.

I listen to John Mayer when I get ready. He’s my calmer.

I mostly just listen to my body.

I stretch in the morning a lot and I do a lot of saunas and steam rooms during fashion week just to keep my blood flowing.

Sometimes things aren’t a dream because you don’t really think it’s a possibility.

I will not beg you to keep me- I can house my own heart.

Houses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.

Who will be your lighthouse? who will guide you on this journey at sea? Who will lead you towards shipwreck? Who do you need to let free?

These pirates in your life, plundering the hands of time. Dimming your light that could shine you so brightly. The great imposing sails leading you towards the lighthouse. Preventing you from an almighty shipwreck.

If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart i’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.

Where once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.

The world is like a waiting room in a railway station; it is not your house.

Universal suffrage is the government of a house by its nursery.