I Don't Get This Whole Super-skinny Obsession.

I'm Not Ready To Be A Woman Yet. I'd Like It If My Body Were More Boyish. Maybe I'll Like My Curves When I'm Older But Right Now They Kind Of Make Me Squirm.

I Eat Whatever I Want, Junk Food Included.

I Love Vegas. It's Like Going To Disneyland.

I Balance Things Better And Don't Kill Myself So Much, But Conflict Makes Me A More Interesting Actress To Watch. The Places I Go To Pull Emotions From, I Think If You Have A Perfect, Happy Life, You Just Don't Have Those Places. And I Want Those Places. I'm Proud Of Those Places.

If I Deny Myself Something, I Just Get Resentful, So What's The Point?