I'm a terrible cook. I am not allowed to go in the kitchen anymore after I almost burned down the apartment in New York.
There are people who expect me to look the way I do on-screen, where I have a great director of photography and fantastic lighting. I'm sorry to disappoint people, but I don't look like that all the time - no actress does.
I'm more insecure than I ever let anyone know; sometimes you protect yourself with this kind of armor that people see more than they see you.
The smartest thing I did was to stop going online. I'm the sort of person who will just look for the negative - Michael really can't understand it, but that's just the way I am. And with my bipolar thing, that's poison. So I just stopped. Cold turkey. And it's so liberating.