I think I'm past any window where I'm suddenly going to become surprisingly ripped so that people go, 'Oh, my God, what happened to you?'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've always kind of ripped from real life to some degree or at least how I'm feeling in the moment.
Something's like crossed over in me and I can't go back. I couldn't live.
I was doing the 'Vogue' fashion awards when I was 16, live on VH1. I was coming down the steps, and I'm a really hard walker. I hadn't had a mistake yet in my career. Everything had been perfect. So I come down the steps on live TV, and I slip. I didn't fall, but you could see the look on my face. I was mortified. I was devastated.
Sometimes I think back to everything I've been through, and I wonder, 'Man, how the hell did I get here?'
There are certain things people always bring up with me. The accident. The drugs. And how tight my pants were.
When I look back on my childhood, I wonder how I survived at all.
It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?
I fell off stage and bruised some ribs. The worst part was that the audience didn't realize I was gone.
Four months after we finished shooting, I'd been in New Orleans shooting another movie and my agent and I were having a bite to eat - actually in London - and he's sitting there and goes, 'Wow, I just can't believe how ripped you are.'
I was singing in a mall, and I picked a girl to come up onstage with me. As I was grabbing her hand, I fell off the stage. It felt like I was in the air forever, flying like Superman.