Dude, my hair is like an architectural structure. It’s like… a building.

Being excited about stuff on a daily basis, I'm so excited by it.

I didn't want to just be another girl singer. I wanted there to be something that set me apart.

I love making buckwheat crepes with ham, Parmesan cheese, and a fried egg on top. It's my go-to breakfast.

I think love is one of those things that it's only really bad because it was once good. You can't miss something that was never amazing. So, what I've learned is that even if it ends badly, it's worth it if it made you feel something, if it taught you something.

The only thing I can't control is the spin in the press. And so if I know I can't control that, I have to let it go.

So . . . middle school? Awkward.Having a hobby that's different from everyone else's? Awkward. Singing the national anthem on weekends instead of going to sleepovers? More awkward. Braces? Awkward. Gain a lot of weight before you hit the growth spurt? Awkward. Frizzy hair, don't embrace the curls yet? Awkward. Try to straighten it? Awkward!So many phases!