I do think sometimes people get morally superior without understanding situations.
I’m really not good at dressing up and being glamorous.
The big thing I’ve discovered, the big secret, is that it’s all about how happy you are. It’s the ultimate thing. People forget your flaws and imperfections if they see you’re happy.
I bite the skin on the side of my fingernails.
I’m living my dream, and that’s all you can ask for. At a certain point you have to ignore all the rest.
I experienced the judgement of a lot of people – and deservedly so.
It’s wonderful to feel supported, but there’s a lot of negative energy towards me as well. So I ignore it, to be honest. If I started to read it all it would completely mess up my head.
I never Google myself. Only if I want to feel really terrible about myself would I do that.
I’m not high maintenance.
You become very known for being someone’s girlfriend, and all of a sudden there’s all this hype and buzz for all the wrong reasons.
I have a good brain on me, but I’ve never really used it when it came to making decisions about love, which has been a blessing and a curse.
The amount of speculation surrounding my romantic life is astounding. It’s strange how involved people get: invested and angry, really disappointed.
I’ve made apologies to people I needed to, but I can’t apologise to people I don’t know for things they don’t understand.
Everyone I’ve worked with on any film will say I’m the hardest worker.
Human nature is such that monogamy is a really hard thing to achieve.
I don’t normally look like a twig and I do eat like a pig but the weight has just dropped off me.
People are terrified for their own reputations. They want the press on their side.
Teenage girls like certain things I wear – or certainly did when that whole boho thing happened.
The newspapers turn a blind eye to how they get their material as long as they have great photographs.
You want to feel that you can do something creative that you love without being picked apart and mutilated for other people’s pleasure.