I have a nice smile, pretty lips, and big round cheeks. They help me look like a teenager.

I'm not a big fan of doing what my mother wants me to do, like any daughter.

I think people look at me and don't expect much. Even though, I expect a whole lot.

One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn't have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see.

I certainly used to wish that I was skinny, lighter-skinned, with long, pretty hair. But only because I used to get made fun of for being the absolute opposite. I didn't see all of that stuff as the American Dream. I just wanted to look normal. Now that I'm older, I really do feel like I am a beautiful girl.

I love the way I look. I'm fine with it. And if my body changes, I'll be fine with that.