Since you've been gone, I can breath for the first time.

It's amazing to impact people's lives - it's a cool thing to have the spotlight and be able to reassure people, to say, "It's OK to be you."

My friends and family are my support system. They tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear and they are there for me in the good and bad times. Without them I have no idea where I would be and I know that their love for me is what's keeping my head above the water.

I don't obsess about my weight, which is probably one of the reasons why other people have such a problem with it.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

Now all that's left of me, is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside.

I love to sing, and I love to talk to people at meet-and-greets.