I have an ugly day every month; pimples on my face, I'm fat and in a bad mood. It's more like an ugly week!

I remember really vividly kneeling by my bed as a nine-year-old, saying my prayers and asking God to give me boobs that were so big that if I laid on my back I wouldn't be able to see my feet.

I used to feel unsafe right in the moment of an accomplishment - I felt the ground fall from under my feet because this could be the end. And even now, while everyone is celebrating, I'm on to the next thing. I don't want to get lost in this big cushion of success.

I think that promoting insecurity in the form of plastic surgery is infinitely more harmful than an artistic expression related to body modification.

When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year-old girl.

I think my biggest flaw is my insecurity. I'm terribly insecure. I'm plagued with insecurities 24/7.