I don't want people to know what is true all the time and that's what keeps the mystery.
I started going back and forth, New York, London, New York, London. I wasn't looking back at all. I was doing tons of jobs. Working, working, working, working.
I just haven't found anyone that I want to spend long periods of time with.
People don't hear me talk. They don't expect me to.
Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.
I'm not a show-off by nature.