We all self-conscious. I'm just the first to admit it.

I have this table in my new house. They put this table in without asking. It was some weird nouveau riche marble table, and I hated it. But it was literally so heavy that it took a crane to move it. We would try to set up different things around it, but it never really worked. I realized that table was my ego. No matter what you put around it, under it, no matter who photographed it, the douchebaggery would always come through.

I hope we don't see no paparazzi today. Because I'm still getting acquainted with these jogging pants I threw on. Like, 'That's not my statement!'

What happens if a drone falls right next to her?

It's crazy that we live in a world where if your super positive and super creative...it's scary. Because what does that tell you about the mentality of most people if your scared of like...positivity.

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to 250, 250 to half a million, ain't nothing nobody can do with me.

Life is 5% what happens, and 95% how you react.