Something will pop up in my head. It could be like the weirdest thing. Like all'a sudden like I have like a jumping banana in my head.

No matter what, like, I couldn't - I could break a world record, get an Olympic gold medal, and my mom would be, like, you could have done better. But you looked pretty. That's what she says all the time.

I'm just going to go out there and try to win the race. When you go out there trying to go for a record, you're usually not going to get it.

I hate to lose. I like winning.

Not to have a big head about it, but people love me.

I try not to read the negative comments, and when I do, I let it roll off my back. I remind myself that there will always be haters as long as you are in the public eye.

I honestly really don't get aggravated at all. I just go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens.