I belong nowhere and to no one.

I always knew, from the very day of my own mutilation, that I would one day fight against this practice. I did not know how and when, but I knew that I would fight it.

I love life. I wish I could live another 500 years, truly. There is so much to do. I don't feel bitter or angry or disappointed. If anything, I am very grateful for where I come from. I have absolutely no regrets.

Sometimes I wonder where I am from. I am either way ahead or I come from another world. I don't recognise this world.

I don't know what a supermodel is. If they call me that, I might have to punch them. It's just so vain and so unreal.

Well, of course there’s my own experience of being mutilated as a little child. Having gone through this cruel practice and all the long-term consequences that come with it, I just cannot sit back and watch it being done to thousands of little girls every year. I believe that it is my responsibility to use the attention I get to fight against the continuing practice of FGM.

I am strong, determined, impulsive, happy, and emotional.