I'd rather be number one on the worst-dressed list than number two on the best.
You can't trust the internet.
Fatty, a bearded collie-terrier mix, is the kindest, cuddliest dog. And Oliver, a white golden retriever, even looks like me! My dogs have taught me to be more loving, more nurturing, and happier.
I grew up feeling like the ugly duckling, and things have not changed that much.
I'm actually more comfortable playing the stroke victim or the girl with no makeup on, looking scruffy and it's all about what's going on inside rather than on the outside.
There was this thing written that I had gone into a candle store, and my hair went up in flames because of all the hair spray. First of all, I never have hair spray in my hair, and I've never even heard of this store, and my hair has never been burned.
I think I've always been a fighter in a healthy way.
For some reason, Hollywood seems to have painted me as a gorgeous vixen at times or the sweet girl.
