I Am Quite Loud And Bolshie. I'm

Crying Is Really Bad For Your Vocal Cords.

I Get So Nervous On Stage I Can't Help But Talk. I Try. I Try Telling My Brain: Stop Sending Words To The Mouth. But I Get Nervous And Turn Into My Grandma. Behind The Eyes It's Pure Fear. I Find It Difficult To Believe I'm Going To Be Able To Deliver.

I Get Shitty Scared. One Show In Amsterdam, I Was So Nervous I Escaped Out The Fire Exit. I've Thrown Up A Couple Of Times. Once In Brussels, I Projectile-vomited On Someone. I Just Gotta Bear It. But I Don't Like Touring. I Have Anxiety Attacks A Lot.

I’ve Seen People Where It Rules Their Lives, You Know, Who Want To Be Thinner Or Have Bigger Boobs, And How It Wears Them Down. And I Just Don’t Want That In My Life.

I'm Very Confident. Even When I Read People Saying Horrible Stuff About My Weight.