Naya Rivera Quotes

Butterflies can't see their wings. They can't see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.

I don't trust people who claim to like everyone, because, really, how is that possible? If that is true, then you must not have any standards. If you care about your life, then there are going to be certain people you don't want in it.

Success is not defined by what the people around you want. It is based on what you want for yourself.

Your life doesn’t have to be perfect for you to be proud. In fact, I think it’s the opposite: the more imperfect your life has been, the prouder you should be, because it means you’ve come that much further, and also probably had a lot more fun along the way.

Never feel bad about cutting someone out of your life—sometimes that's the only option. When you hang out with people who are true friends, you come away feeling lighter, more inspired to work hard, give love, and take care of yourself.

If I had a dollar for everytime my mother told me god had a plan I'd probably buy a new prada bag.

So when life gives me lemons, I say fuck it and drink champagne.

I went into junior high feeling like a loser and a has-been. I didn't want to come home after school and watch TV. I wanted to be on TV.

You can’t be a good friend to someone else unless you’re a good friend to yourself first.

I think you're finally an adult when you can look at your parents as people going through their own shit rather than just seeing them as unfeeling tyrants here to make your life miserable.

I finally worked up the nerve to tell my dad that I thought I was anorexic, which was a slap in the face to my parents. I don’t think that either of them had even known anyone with an eating disorder before, and while they knew it was a big deal, they still had no idea what to do about it. At one point my mom even said, “Naya, this is some white-people shit.” When

In retrospect, though, I think that everything happened for me with my career at the perfect time. If I'd been a successful kid actor, I'd probably be way more crazy than I am now and doing fucked up things with those residual checks.

I'd fallen back on my looks over and over because I didn't think I had anything else to offer, but now I was starting to see that I was actually smart. Getting a graded paper on which the professor wrote "well written!" felt a million times better than getting a 25 percent tip because some d-bag got to ogle my butt when I dropped off his burger.

Mark and I went on to date for three years. During that time, we were either very much on or very much off, but he was my first real boyfriend.

Most of my friends were listening to punk, but I just couldn’t get into it. While they were dying over Rise Against, I was like, “I’m sorry, but this is the whitest shit ever.” Dad

It’s good to get your mistakes out of the way early—as long as you learn from them!

Mom was no mere momager. She was a badass and really good at her job. She took my auditions very seriously and considered every detail when helping me look the part.

By the end of elementary school, my acting career had totally dried up. At that age, you're too old to play a cute kid, too young to play a hot teenager and basically nobody wants you.

When other models would get all teary eyed and hiccupy about holding hands with someone they didn't know, I was always annoyed. "Why do we have to convince you?" I'd think. "Just do your job and hold my damn hand and take the picture!

From the time I was in utero, it was my fate to be in front of the camera. The sound of flashbulbs made me kick and I'm sure if the sonogram technology had allowed it, you'd have seen little fetus me trying to turn so they got my good side.

Think back to yourself as a preteen. Puberty hasn't hit yet, but it's starting to peek around the corner, so you're all kinds of awkward. Braces. Training bras that are flat fabric on an even flatter chest. Hairy legs. Weird growth spurts that leave some parts of your body longer than they should be and other shorter. Nothing about you is proportionate. Nothing is cute.

From the outside, Cory’s life looked perfect—money, fame, beautiful girlfriend, millions of adoring fans—but I guess his same old demons were still there, raising as much mental and emotional hell as they always had. Maybe even more, now that everything was supposed to be okay. I think this is a common misconception about fame, or any kind of marker of “success” in life, be it landing your dream job, getting married, or having a kid: people think that you achieve these goals, you check off certain boxes, and all of a sudden life’s perfect and you don’t have any problems. That’s not true. You’re still going to wake up every morning, and your problems will still be there unless you figure out a way to make them go away. And more often than not, new ones will show up in their place. I

I knew that I wasn't one of the prettiest or the most popular girls in school. I wasn't a total outcast. All the popular kids gathered in the quad at lunch or between classes and I could hang out there too if I wanted, but I knew I wasn't going to win the crown at school dances.

Another highlight was when I got to drive a battery-operated Barbie Jeep. This made a huge impression on me. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, and I loved it so much that it (unfortunately) influenced my taste in real cars when I finally got my driver's license more than 10 years later.

Even as a tot model, though, I couldn't just stand their, nor was it all fun. It was work! I'd have to do stuff like hula-hoop, blow bubbles, pretend to laugh or (the worst), hold hands with other kids: usually their hands were sweaty and clammy, or they'd pick their nose right up to the very last second, then reach their fingers towards mine.

One day, I just decided to see how long I could go without eating. I never thought I was fat; if anything, my lack of boobs and scrawny legs told me that I was actually too skinny, but being extra-OCD about food soon became my thing. It gave me something to think about all day and it was a secret that I could obsess over without anyone else knowing.

Richie wasn’t just my on-screen love; offscreen I was convinced I was going to marry him. He could dance and he had the best Jheri curl on TV—what more could a girl want? I

Tahj later ended things once and for all by telling me he thought he needed to date someone more on his financial level. Dick. We’re still friends. LOSING

Deep down, I knew I had more in me. If I wasn’t living up to my potential, I had no one to blame but myself. I couldn’t even blame my dad for making me pay rent.

Then, she’d take her shorts and roll them up so high that you could practically see her underwear. Really, it looked like she was wearing a giant diaper and had just taken a shit in her pants. However, everyone was super into it, so I was, like, well, obviously I gotta do that. But

So yeah, being a mom changes things and makes you feel different in a lot of ways, but for me, the big one is this: I'm braver. I've never been afraid of being an open book and telling it like it is, but now I can say, with 100 percent confidence, that zero fucks are given anymore.

Abortion will always be a very controversial subject, and I thought a lot about whether I wanted to share my story in this book. I know that I’ll be judged for it, and that no matter how hard I try to explain how I felt and my reasons for doing it, a lot of people won’t understand. I ultimately decided I wanted to share it because I’m not the only one with this experience. Approximately three in ten women in the United States will have an abortion by the time they are forty-five. Yet a lot of those women will go through it alone, or at least thinking they’re alone. About

After an additional hospital visit, my dad seemed to realize that something drastic needed to be done and that he was going to have to be the one to do it. Someone told him he should take me to see a psychiatrist, so he did, but the visits were as useless as I would have expected them to be.

The school put on The Wizard of Oz every year, and the teacher in charge was this biggish woman who always wore oversize muumuus and had long gray hair. During story time, she’d make kids rub her bunions. I was totally disgusted by it at the time, and now that I look back on it, I wonder—how did this bitch not get fired? But

There were three-legged dogs running around, and legends like Tim Conway on set. However, all this caused one particular Glee star to amp up her bitch factor. She made a huge deal about the dogs and demanded hand sanitizer any time one came near her. While the rest of us were in hysterics over Tim Conway’s constant improvising, it was throwing her off. Instead of just rolling with it, she kept interrupting. “So, like, um . . . are we going to do the scene as it’s written now?” Come on—if Tim Conway wants to improvise, you let him improvise! He’d even brought his granddaughter to the set because she was such a Glee fan, and she ended up crying because she couldn’t understand why someone was being such a bitch to her grandpa. Finally, my costar gave up, locked herself in her trailer, and refused to come out. Trust

Cory’s gone, and I miss him, and that is what it is. The only consolation I have is that I’ve always trusted that God has a plan for me, and he must have had one for Cory too, even if I don’t understand it.