I’m a singer. I’m a dancer. I’m a performer. I’m an actress. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing. It makes me a better parent, a better person. I think I can just handle more than the average bear, you know?
I grew up in the Bronx where you would stay up late with your girlfriends, just being silly in our bedrooms, whatever. And I was always the clown.
By nature I am not tough, believe it or not.
People think because I’m shaped this way, I’m scandalous.
Ain’t it funny how a moment could just change your life, and you don’t want to face what’s wrong or right. Ain’t it strange how fate can play a part, in the story of your heart.
I can’t help but be a different person now that I’ve had kids. That really does change your whole perspective on life for the better.
And I never ask what I’m doing the next day. I don’t want to know what I’m doing tomorrow. It’s much too overwhelming. So I just go day by day, without knowing.
It’s a real roller-coaster ride if you’re lucky to have longevity in this business – you have to be able to ride those waves.
Just making sure that they both felt equally loved is what was tough about the twins.
I came from the Bronx and a certain background. I worked really hard. I kept my focus on the right things.
I like to maintain a certain sense of fantasy. At home, do I have the full hair and makeup? No. But I might have the nice dress on.
I just think that the whole diva thing is a misrepresentation of who I am.
I am a lover. And with my kids I am even softer. I realize with my son, I have to sometimes be tough, especially now when he’s pushing boundaries. With my daughter, I can get a little stern with her and she pretty much will listen.
I had such a reputation, and it was sad because I felt like it so didn’t represent who I really was.
When I was in my 20s I wasn’t sure of myself. Now I can really stretch. I don’t have to stay in the box. At this point I can say to myself, So what if I fall, so what? I’m going to get back up.
My main priority now is that my kids are happy; that’s my number-one focus in life. Are these little people happy, content, and getting everything they need? Everything after that is secondary. Before, my work was my main priority – even above myself.
People used to believe their life – or at least their life as a performer – was over at 28 or some ungodly age! God, when I think of myself back then, I had no idea who I was. I think I’m barely getting that under control now.
In the end, the truth finds a way to surface even if you don’t want it to.
For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.
I’m bad at a ton of things. I’m bad at sitting still. I’m bad at basketball. My worst habit is that while people are talking, I will already be thinking three other things. It’s rude. Sometimes if the person is very in tune and they notice, they’re like “Where are you right now?”