If We Wear Our Worst Reviews Like

This Is Embarrassing And Personal, But Once A Month, Since I Was Twelve Years Old, I Go To My Favorite Jewelry Store And Try On My Dream Ring.

Remember, Your Body Is A Temple, Not A 7-eleven.

I Feel Like, As Women And Men And People On The Planet, You Just Have To Do The Best With What Life Gives You.

There's A Difference Between Wanting To Be Respected And Being A Strong Female And Being Known For Being Able To Do Things, But Still Very Much Wanting Guys To Open The Door, Wanting Them To Ask Us Out, Still Bringing Flowers And Stuff Like That.

My Body Is Far From A Wonderland. My Body Is More Like A Pawnshop. There's A Lot Of Interesting Things Put Together, And If You Look Closely You'd Probably Be Excited, But At First Glance, Not So Much.