It was genuinely horrible. I stopped using Twitter for a while because I got so much s**t about being anorexic. And Im not.

I hate online bullying. Those little comment boxes can brim with the most vicious, acidic, and pointless remarks.

My dad cut my hair once - I wanted a bob and he gave me a bowl cut. That was a tough few years.

I've got an allergy to looking too neat.

I worry all the time that I'm going to run out of ideas, you know? I always tell my mom my fashion ideas, because I know she'll remember them.

I just think that whole culture of hatred, and also feeling like it's your right to judge people when you don't know them, is really f***ed up. So I'm pleased I experienced that side of it, so I can learn to be a better person on the other side of it. I'm sure in the past I've been judgmental too ... Self esteem, that's something you've got to work on yourself. I know for me it's different day to day.

Listen, the idea that I might be a fashion soothsayer is very flattering but completely inaccurate.