People had a habit of looking at me as if I were some kind of mirror instead of a person. They didn't see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts, then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.

I don't want everybody to see exactly where I live, what my sofa or my fireplace looks like.

To all the girls that think you’re fat because you’re not a size zero, you’re the beautiful one, its society who’s ugly.

I'm sin, but I'm not the devil.

(about her teen years) My admirers all said the same thing in different ways. It was my fault, their wanting to kiss and hug me.

Maybe I’ll never be able to do what I hope to, but at least I have hope.

Sometimes I feel my whole life has been one big rejection.