I have always wanted a solo career, deep in the darkest pit of myself, but I didn’t dare admit it to myself even. It took me a long time to confront my fears.
There will always be a few people who just want to knock you down or are jealous or just want to be horrible for the sake of it. I don’t know what drives someone to be nasty.
I have never sung a whole song on my own before and I am not the best dancer in the world, but I would rather try and fall than not not try at all.
I’ve always made my own clothes since I was a little girl. I was a terrible sewer, but I was always cutting and customising.
I’m much more accepting of myself. A lot of my body issues have naturally settled down.
I won’t mention the word tired. This is the 20th century and I can go around a little faster.
I was so afraid of upsetting people, and not being liked for saying something that was not to everyone’s taste.
I was a late starter on the romantic front. I didn’t start dating until I was in my 30s.
I think I’ve really learned how important it is to empower women.
I love being on the beach – it’s my favourite place. I can chill out, read, listen to music, play with my daughter.
I love Australian people.
I like doing accents. One of my friends works in hotel reservations and I’ll ring her up and complain about the suite. Sometimes I get her.
I know that I’ve overfed myself trying to prop myself up because I’m exhausted.
I just feel that the only power I have is setting a good example.
I think it’s unnecessary to be mean for the sake of being mean, but I do believe you have to be truthful, but with love.
We’re all just trying to fit in and find ourselves, particularly when we’re growing up.
Someone taught me how to eat properly. Learning from others is important when it’s not working for yourself.
I’m never getting too lonely because it’s the kind of disease where you might sit in front of the TV with three bags of biscuits, rather than communicate with the world.
Lyrically I’m very ironic and silly, but I hope I’ll touch your heart.
First my mother was Spanish. Then she became a Jehovahs Witness.
I have been wearing black, which was a reaction to the Ginger thing. But now I have hopes and I can be anything. Tomorrow I might be naked with a feather boa, who knows?