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Most people don't know that I have a huge phobia of bugs. It's gotten worse and worse over the years, but I just can't stand them! Even thinking about bugs makes me queasy.

This claustrophobia was the only weakness I had. It's not my fault. It's just in my mind.

I used to blame my problems on other people. But my moment of clarity, if you want to call it that, came when I was looking in the mirror one day and just burst into tears. It wasn't just that I looked bad, it was that I knew my problem was me.

I feel like I'm kind of a bit of a sponge in a way. Like, if people around me are going through things, I find it very hard not to be empathetic.

I'm an emotional person; I do occasionally shed a tear.

I have a natural resistance to being humiliated.

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.

My method of helping someone is saying, 'Wow, you look amazing. Let me help you look even better.' I think tearing someone down is an awful thing to do. It has a lasting impression on people.

I don't worry about people misinterpreting my kindness for weakness.