I live my life because I dare. I dare to show up when everyone else might hide their faces and hide their bodies in shame.
All my life, people have made fun of the way I speak. I guess because a lot of my vocabulary is made up of things that other people say. I started making fun of them and imitating them and now that’s how I speak.
My beauty is dark chocolate and it’s delicious and it’s sweet.
The best thing about having my very first audition lead me to an Oscar nomination means that I don’t have to struggle the rest of my career to be nominated for an Oscar, to prove that I’m a great actress, because I’ve already done it. Now I can do things that just make me happy.
I’m really, really happy with what I do for a living. I mean, that’s what I consider work, like being on set, bringing a character to life and, you know, working with other actors and directors and stuff.
I wanted to be a psychologist. You know, I thought that’s what I’d be doing and it just goes to show you that, if you tell God your plans, He will laugh in your face.
Representation is very important to everyone, but especially to girls like me, and people like me, whether it be because of my body, because of my race, because of my skin color, because of my awkwardness or where I come from.
I hate Twitter. I think it’s disgusting. It’s ridiculous that you as a stranger can type something to me, and I see it. Technology has gone too far...
I don’t know any teenager with a positive attitude.
I really want people to know that I am a normal girl. I’m not a superhero now. I’m not some sort of celebrity that doesn’t have feelings. I’m very, very normal.
I refuse to be anyone’s survivor because I prefer to think of myself as a winner.
My beauty doesn’t come from a mirror. Never has and never will.
A woman who doesn’t apologize for her very existence on Earth is rare, and that’s what I wanted for myself.
Google needs to mind her damn business!
It seems as though if I cured cancer and won a Nobel Prize someone would say, “Sure, cancer sucks and I’m glad there’s a cure, but her body is just disgusting. She needs to spend less time in the science lab and more time in the gym!
One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.
Feelings aren’t an absence of strength. I know this for sure. So why should I pretend to have a sense of humor just to allow someone else to take a shot at me?
Money changes people. It changed the way my family saw me. It changed how they interacted with me. Perhaps more than it changed them, it changed how I saw them as well.
Somehow, with all the gifts, dinners, and the left-behind checkbook, I’ve handicapped my family.
Perhaps I had to change my idea of what an insult sounds like.
Your baby is the worst and you know it.