I Don't Know If I Ever Really

I Don't Know What It Means To Be A Sex Symbol. When I Look Myself On A Magazine Cover I Don't See It As Me, But As Someone Painted, Fluffed, Puffed And Done Up.

I Was A Dumpy Teenager. My Mum Was A Model And Was All About Looks, So I Rebelled By Going Goth. It Took Me Years Of Peeling Back The Onion To Finally Stop Using Make-up As A Mask And Feel Comfortable In My Skin.

Here's Where I Luck Out: I'm Really Computer Illiterate.

I've Gone For Each Type: The Rough Guy; The Nerdy, Sweet, Lovable Guy; And The Slick Guy. I Don't Really Have A Type. Men In General Are A Good Thing.

Am I Lonely? Yes. Am I Upset? Yes. Am I Confused? Yes. Do I Have My Days When I've Thrown A Little Pity Party For Myself? Absolutely. But I'm Also Doing Really Well. I'd Be A Robot If I Said I Didn't Feel Moments Of Anger, Of Hurt, Of Embarrassment... [but] You Joke And Say, 'what Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger'.