I'm a trash can. I eat whatever makes me happy.

I discovered when I was young that I was not like everyone else, and that was great, because it's the people who are different who bring about change and new things.

I'm doing modeling to stay alive. I don't enjoy my work. I don't find it creative. You don't need brains, and there are no heavy qualifications. All it takes is not to be shy and to dare to make a fool of yourself. But I shouldn't complain, because I am privileged enough to be overpaid.

Modeling sucks.

If you have really pretty skin, then you can pretty much stick on mascara and a lip cream and look great.

I wash my hair once a week. If it gets stinky in between, I just dry-shampoo it.

After I finished working for Estee Lauder, I stopped being a professional model. I decided to never again advertise something that I don't actually use. I only sign up for things that I truly believe in.

I remember when I first started modeling, and I would read interviews with people. Then I would see them, and they would always say something entirely different to a crowd of people than they would say privately. I always found that really offensive.

I'm against all of us looking homogenous, where there's only one kind of a template of a person.

I'm not a quitter.