I remember watching the Grammys and looking at the performances and crying to my mom, saying how much I wanted to be there.
I don't want to believe my own hype. I want to stay hungry and stay eager and be the best that I can be.
I will not have my son grow up in a tension-filled home.
My son is healthy and happy, so that's all that matters to me.
My future daughter is not going to go through what I did.
When I first came out there was no such thing as Twitter or Facebook. And the blogs! Like, what is that?