I'm not at the point where I'd feel safe in a house alone. I would be really scared. I'm the kind of person that when I get up to go use the bathroom I have this big long hallway, and I just know someone's going to jump out and get me.

You think I'm in love, that I'm sent from above, I'm not that innocent.

I'm very, very blessed. But my safety, my privacy, and my respect are three things that I feel like are trying to be taken away from me right now. As a mother I have to speak up and say something. I have to speak up.

Whereas before I was a young, blonde girl who would do what she was told. I know who I am as a person and I'm getting damn strong.

My loneliness ain't killing me no more.

So many people have asked me how I could possibly be a role model and dress like a tramp and get implants... all I have to say is that self-esteem is how you look at yourself and I feel good enough about myself so wear that kind of clothing... the breast implant issue has nothing to do with that.

My views on virginity have not changed.