I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I'm not ashamed of anything.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I still am very street - I just have nicer clothes. I'm not ashamed of that.
I am not ashamed of anything - not my past, not my affairs, not my body, and most definitely not my desire.
I haven't done anything that I'm ashamed of.
I was kind of ashamed of my bourgeois family as a teenager, I guess - I had dreadlocks, shopped in thrift stores and pretended I had no money. At that time, I would have spat on a girl who was buying Yves Saint Laurent.
I'm not ashamed of who I am.
There's nothing I've done which I'm ashamed of or I thought was actually bad.
I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.
I was a big shiny, glittery-type person. Now I'm a jeans and T-shirt girl, or I'll wear sun dresses and cowboy boots in the summer. But at first I had to have stylists tell me, 'That's ugly.'
I felt ashamed about everything. Me dropping out of high school, me not, you know, just not being beautiful enough. I just didn't feel like I was smart enough or beautiful enough, you know, for years.
I was ashamed of it, of the poverty I came from.