We were going to have an all-day drinking binge. Gonna ride our bikes, hang out... do naughty things. But I started feeling this overwhelming guilt.

I can't deprive myself of things because then I obsess about it and end up eating.

I always wonder if what I'm wearing will be something that people would compliment, or want to wear. I don't ever get ready just for myself, ever.

I get my inspiration from books, pictures, art. I might find a vintage scarf and say, "I think this should be our color palette."

I care about what people think of my heart, my music, my passion.

Is this chicken what I have or is this fish? I know it's tuna. But it says chicken. By the sea.

I definitely don't Google my name.