I love clothes. I can't control myself. I have a huge fetish for shoes and clothes and make-up. I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to wear things over and over again.

I never feel like I conquered the day and did everything I possibly should have, could have, would have.

At first, when I got bad press and people would talk bad about my family or something like that, I would get really upset, but now it's just not worth my energy.

My mom always says, 'If you don't believe in something, you'll lose yourself completely.'

I always feel like I'm in the five to ten pound struggle, but my life is so busy. I'm just not that concerned, really. I'm normal and I'm perfectly happy being that way. Some weeks I'm like, 'Man, my clothes are fitting so good' and then some weeks I'm like, 'I need to cut back on a few things,' but that's it. I don't fall into the trap of having to be 110 pounds.

I got married and had a baby. Created a human.

I can’t really act the way I want to act, or say what I want to say all the time. And a lot of times, I cover that up with a smile.