You know what, my new mantra is this: ANT AND DEC. Ant and Dec. I might get their names tattooed on each wrist. Because they smile, and they never complain, and it seems to work for them and I wish I could be more like that.

I don't like being put in the same category as people because we have the same genitals and boobs. Nobody is going to write "Lily Allen vs. Ed Sheeran." It just doesn't happen.

I know lots of people that take cocaine three nights a week and get up and go to work every day, no problem. But we never hear that side of the story.

I still think I'm fat. Right now I'm worrying about how I'm going to lose weight after the pregnancy. I feel like an elephant, but I do get the occasional sexy pregnant day where I think I look great.

I don't see myself as a role model; people should look to mothers and sisters as role models.

Sometimes I wish I was just a girl in an indie band. I could dance around on stage and it wouldn't be so much about me.

The Mail Online is like carbs - you know you shouldn't but you do. Probably two or three times a day.