A few years ago I lost 30 pounds, and people still wanted to criticize. And honestly, I'm happy with myself if I'm a little heavier. I realized: 'Why am I trying to conform to someone else's idea of beauty?' I think I'm beautiful either way.

I've had a lot of really influential people in my life, like my grandmother MJ, who have helped me along the way. But there are so many of us girls in my family, and even though they're all so open and honest, who I seek advice from depends on what aspect of life I'm dealing with.

I went to Catholic school and they basically just said don't have sex, but would never explain anything.

I try to focus more on the positive, but it's half the time I'm getting, "Oh you're only in the gym to take a picture," and it's like, "So what the f--k, I'm in here every day, I drove an hour just to take a picture?"

My father raised us like … we were not allowed to see people in any sort of colors, but also we were not allowed to call people fat. If ever we were to say, ‘Oh that fat person, or this person,’ he would make us put a bar of soap in our mouth and count to 10. We weren’t allowed to look at people like that.

When I did the cover of 'Cosmo International,' Turkey picked it up and I got a lot of backlash for it.

I'm the ugly sister. I'm the fat one. I'm the transvestite. I have had those mean things said about me at least twice a day for the last five years. It's horrible, you know? But I can brush that stuff off.