As a child I really didn't like men at all, in fact.

When you are at the bottom, you find beauty in such little things, and goodness in such little gestures. When I compare any struggle today to ones that I may have had in my childhood, there is nothing that can bring me down.

I completely admire my mother for raising a child with cerebral palsy at home.

You cannot leave the house to take the garbage out without full-on makeup and your hair done. You have to fight for your man out there.

When I remember my life in Russia it is in totally dark colours.

Finding out I was pretty was a very nice realisation.

My childhood gave me resilience - and there's little that can surprise me in life.