I love my mom. My mom loves me. We don't have an easy relationship. I don't think we ever will, but I'd rather have a complicated, misunderstood relationship than have no relationship at all.
I am bundle of nerves riddled with irrational fears.
I am proud of my kids, but I also want to make my mom proud of me. I'm still a momma's girl at the heart of the situation.
Sometimes, when I'm alone, I put on six inch heels and wear nothing else and dance around in front of the mirror and do my little stripper dance.
I want to be a positive role-model for my daughter. The last thing I want to put out there is that it's acceptable to be too thin or have an eating disorder because you're in Hollywood.
I'm all for same-sex marriage.
I just wanna thank all those amazing Internet bloggers out there that hate me day-to-day. I love you! You rock!
Bad shopping habits die hard.
I am a huge fan of gays. They love me, and I love them. They think of me as sort of a gay icon.
I love sharing my stories and experiences with people and connecting to them on both a humorous and emotional level.
Love is pure and true; love knows no gender.
You know, you only get one family, and you have to make it work.
There are days when I struggle with wanting to be a full-time, stay-at-home mom, and feeling guilty about that because I work.
In all honesty, I grew up a certain way. I never had to worry about money... that was my reality.
I want to be a cool mom.
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