In school I was always the funny-looking, tall, skinny kid that got made fun of because of my weird teeth.

With this job, always traveling on the plane and everything, I thought it would be really difficult to quit drinking on my own because you're always in situations where it's acceptable to have drinks. So I decided right after a show that I was going to go into treatment. I Googled a bunch of places, and I found this place that I went to in Cape Town, South Africa, called Stepping Stones. I stayed there for a month. It was really difficult-lots of talking and crying.

Stop drinking was the best thing I've done in my entire life. I'm so happy I did that.

I hate walking down a runway in really high heels. I'm terrible in high heels. I'm so bad.

I think of dieting, then I eat pizza.

People still tell me I’m fat, but when I look in the mirror, that’s not what I see.

The drinking was getting way out of control. I just didn't recognize myself anymore. I didn't know what I was doing or where I was. I always had to have some drinks with me in my bag. Just waking up shaking and then having Bloody Marys on your own, first thing in the morning-I started to feel really pathetic about it. So I was like, "I can't live like this." It was just this really awful feeling of becoming a totally different person and not being able to control it at all. Then I tried to not drink, but that didn't work. So I figured I should just go to rehab.