My Body Is An Instrument For Me

Once I Opened My Eyes To The Realities Of Life, I Couldn't Close Them.

The Press Follow Me. I Sue Them. That's The Deal.

My Looks Mean Nothing To Me. If Anything, They Are A Hindrance.

If I Have One Thing Perfect, It's My Eyebrows. And My Feet. I Love My Feet. They're Like Japanese Feet. The Rest I Would Like To Hide. Especially My Freckles. I Feel Ridiculous.

I Keep Reading That I'm Cold. But I'm Not, I'm Shy. And I Play A Lot Of Women Of Fire And Sexuality Like An Animal - So I'm Cold On One Side And Fiery On The Other.