You know, I'm a curvy woman and I just want to be comfortable with that.

Drugs make you lie. But honestly, in the beginning, I liked the fact that at first the drugs made me thinner. I did have a secret joy about that. But that lasted for about a month. And then all of a sudden I was too skinny. I lost my curves.

Guns are beautiful. But I don't like what they do.

I have my team. Like if you see everyone around me - I have my hair and makeup girl, my assistant. They're very calm, they're all about positive energy. There're no drama queens. Everyone wants everyone else to have a positive experience. There are no agendas. I think it creates a healthy environment and there are no boundaries to cross.

The devil comes and soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl. As this cunning demon takes me as its voodoo doll.

I'm very lucky about my family, because they're just a really solid family. I owe everything to them.

Working out is really the top thing in my life that I do for my own self-esteem and self-worth.