In the late '90s, R&B was dominant in the radio, and the white kids were taking it mainstream.

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever ever feel like you're less than, less than perfect.

I was a very defensive kid 'cause I was really sensitive underneath and didn't want people to know. So I came off as very tough and very angry.

My life was once whiskey, tears and cigarettes... now it's snot, tears and a color of poop. Bliss. I do miss the whiskey, though.

I'm not barbie, and im alright with that.

I look at Willow and she's so naughty and fiery, and I'm not going to take any of her fierceness personally - my mom took all of my behavior personally. Everything I did, she thought it was an act of rebellion against her. But it was just me being me. And that's something I want to post on every mirror in my house: This is not about you!

The problem was, I was labeled as trouble - so I was like, 'Trouble? I'll show you trouble. You want trouble, well here it is!' No matter what label they give you, the best thing you can do is prove them wrong.