If God wanted us to be naked, why did he invent sexy lingerie?
My inner child is not wounded.
I'm unbelievably claustrophobic, and I have really bad anxiety. There were a few moment when I was very dramatic and thought, 'I'm not going to live through this. I'm going to hyperventilate and just die. Right here in jail.'
I love scars on people. Scars to me are so attractive.
I actually wish I had smaller breasts.
You read stuff about yourself and you think, My God, where are these people coming up with these things? Why am I the one that they're picking on?