I'd like to be taller. I'd like my baby fat to leave.

He used to be just fat. Chubby. He was a ballplayer, but he was chubby. Now, he's taller. He's still big, but he's a great basketball player. He's not just a big guy in the middle.

I stroke a finger down Ruby's cheek, feeling the soft, cherubic skin, staring into the innocent, ethereal eyes. The baby latches to my finger with her chubby little fist, the bones and veins tucked under layers and layers of baby fat, the only time in one's life when fat is adorable and heavenly.

I feel very lucky that I don't have to rely on a man to give me financial security. That's a big deal.

I really want to do a film in another language. My dad's from Germany, so it'd be really cool to do a film in German. I'm not quite fluent, but I can get there. And my accent's pretty good. I wouldn't feel too out of my element.

I sent out a tougher, cooler vibe.