My friend had a funny remark; he told me everybody has something - some people have a big butt, some people are insecure and at least you know what it is, even if it's a lump on your head. I know I have a lump on my head.

Some people are really proud of me, and some don't like it. I don't really know what to tell those people. It's like people that don't know me or people that aren't even my friends saying I've changed. I have two friends - exactly two friends. It's like, how can someone that's not even my friend say I've changed?

I had a lump on my face and had a big cancer thing removed.

Some people call me scrappy - and that's because I am.

I know what it's like to be a model and go to castings where some people like what they see and others look at you with distaste.

Everybody has a heart. Except some people.