Let me know the way, before there's hell to pay.

I used to love to make things - you couldn't drag me away for dinner because I was always writing a story or something.

I've gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won't even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that's the end of my day.

For a while after the rape, I was afraid of my own sexuality, because I got raped right about the time when I started developing physically.

I want to be like the patron saint of reality.

I caved in to what people wanted me to do. I thought that they weren't going to like me if I didn't.

The truth is it's fun to be up there and know that you're in your underwear. Even though I know I'm exploiting my sexuality in a certain way, it's fun! It boosts my ego.