The monsters are in your own head.

I wanted to be a cheerleader, like my sister was - all the most popular and beautiful girls are cheerleaders and I wanted that, and it demolished this vision of myself. That's when I found the piano, when music saved me; that's when I first attempted to write my own songs.

Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair.

I'm accepting I'm not living that younger, dreamed version of myself in the big city.

I hope and believe we are paving a better future for female artists to come.

I've left Bethlehem, and I feel free. I've left the girl I was supposed to be, and some day I'll be born.