You can have 100 people tell you how beautiful you look, and one person will say, "God, did you sleep last night?" Not even "You're ugly," but "Did you sleep?" and you're all of a sudden like, "What?!" And the whole day that's what you'll remember.

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.

I'm proud of my body. My body weight will always be something I'll struggle with for the rest of my life, but I'm finally in a good place and learning to love me for me, and not somebody else's standards.

I say all the time I think there should be some courses in the regular schooling system that isn't, even like about credit, things that matter later in life. I learned the harder way: 'Look, I got a $500 credit card in the mail, let's go shopping!'

To be able to design for the plus-sized consumer, for me, that's just beyond. It's a dream.

I'm not shy about wearing a lot of makeup! But when I don't have to be done up, I just use a bit of concealer and maybe some lip balm.

I live in a world where there's magazines and blogs, and people feel like they are allowed to criticize me, and in the meanest way.