That’s the thing that poisoned me, people saying ‘We want you to be beautiful’ over and over and over in my head until I just wanted to look ugly all the time because I’m rebellious.
Don’t tell me not to do anything because it’s going to happen. That really crushed me. I’ve won Grammys now. I’ve written albums. I’ve toured the world four times. You’re telling me to be beautiful? That’s what this is all about? Is it all about tits and ass? That’s so sad.