In 1971, Bossier City, Louisiana, there was a teenage girl who was pregnant with her second child. She was a high school dropout and a single mom, but somehow she managed to make a better life for herself and her children. She encouraged her kids to be creative, to work hard and to do something special. That girl is my mother and she's here tonight. And I just want to say, I love you, Mom. Thank you for teaching me to dream.

One memory I have is there were a lot of dogs at this one place and my brother got in a horrific fight with a dog and the dog bit his toe off. They became fast friends after that. He lost a toe and gained a friend.

I showed up in L.A. with $500 and a backpack and I stayed at a shelter, so nobody handed me anything. I worked for every single thing that I have.

I don't really care what people say. If I'm wearing, like, a tie-dye onesie and I'm in the middle of the desert, I'm not doing it for fashion points; I'm doing it because it's fun or it makes me feel good.

I'm constantly failing, but not upset about it. I think there's a great deal to learn from that.

I like Fashion but Fashion doesn't really like me, obviously.

Your heart is like glass, if it breaks, it's pretty hard to put it back together again.