I call myself a FFP: former fat person, and when you’re an FFP, you will always see in yourself what people used to bully you for.
I feel good in my own skin because I’ve accepted the fact that I’m me. That’s what’s so great about being alive and being on this planet: Everybody’s different.
To wake up in England and have the newspaper on your front door with a headline that says, ‘Ozzie’s Beach Whale of a Daughter,’ doesn’t really do much for your self-esteem at all.
If I am going to be the future bloody Queen of England I’m going to wear that dress once because I’m giving up the rest of my life, all of my privacy. At least I can get a new dress every day!
After being called cherubic and chubby, I’m rocking a bikini!
A trick I’ve learned is to eat just a little bit of something that has no carbs and no sugar in it before you go to sleep because it keeps your metabolism going.
Even now I don’t consider myself skinny, but I have put a lot of hard work into my body over the years, and in the process, I’ve really learned to love myself.
I can’t lie, I did a lot of really, really stupid things, and it was because it was my way of crying for help.
It’s so easy for me to fall back into depression. I think it comes with having money. I don’t have to work. I could be sitting bored and depressed at home with a bag on my head.
The truth is, when girls are mean to you or make fun of you, it’s because there’s something wrong with them.
My brother is the one that gives me the strength – if he’s not strong, I’m not.
I think I take my style from all walks of life, and all generations and decades of life as well. I love mixing ’50s with ’80s and classic with punk.
They say you should never eat before you go to bed, but I’ve found just having a tiny little snack – like half an apple or something like that – before you go to sleep really helps.
Sometimes it’s other people’s voices you have to shut out.
To fill the shoes of rock ‘n’ roll, because of the family I have, is a really hard thing.
I’m an emotional eater. When I get upset, my diet goes out the window.
I’d be the best mum ever. I would. I’ve got great training from my mum.
I was called fat and ugly in the press almost my entire life. I understand that being judged by others comes with the territory, but it broke my heart and ruined my self-esteem.
I don’t really care what people think about my hair. It’s my hair, so why should they care? Ooh, that rhymed.
What you have to remember is that everyone else is also on their own personal journey, so you might get to a point where suddenly you look at your relationship with someone and realize you’re trying to hold on to something that’s just not there anymore. Friendships fade, but the fact that it happens doesn’t make it hurt less.