All of a sudden I was living what is perceived to be the model life. It was just full-on, 24 hours a day. It was work all the time. And there's always a party to go to.

I was a scapegoat. The media had to put responsibility on somebody, and I was chosen. They felt free to say that because someone was thin they were anorexic, which is ridiculous.

I hadn't even thought about what I wanted to do when I left school because I was only 14 when I started modelling.

It's a sin to be tired.

I don't want people to know what is true all the time and that's what keeps the mystery.

A lot of horrible, unfair, untrue things have been said about me. I can only say that the best revenge is success.

I havent partied since...last Friday!