I'm The Worst Person To Tell Anybody

I'm Not As Hard On Myself Anymore. I'm Comfortable Exactly Where I Am, Though It Took Me Until I Was 34 Years Old! I Still Have Things I'm Really Insecure About, But I've Changed By Loving Me - C-section Scars, Stretch Marks, And All.

I Did Want To Acknowledge And Confirm The Fact That My Son Does, Indeed, Have An Autism Diagnosis.

When I Was A Little Girl, Rocking My Little Dolls, I Remember Thinking I Would Be The World's Best Mom, And So Far I've Done It.

I'm Free Of Stress And Worries Now Because If I Don't Like Something I'm Doing, I Just Find The Fun In It Instead Of Being Miserable. Let Me Have Fun With The People I Work With, Let Me Have Fun Making Money - When I Grew Up So Poor, Ya Know?

My Tricks Are, I Get Botox In My Forehead-i Just Have My Doctor Do A Little Shot There. If You Overdo, It Looks Bad. I Believe In Just A Little Bit. It Allows You To Keep That Mobility In Your Face. It's A Great Little Secret.