No-one Is Born With Perfect Eyebrow.

One Of The Reasons I Wanted To Come Back Is I Got Sick Of Seeing Really Ugly Pictures Of Myself In The Tabloids. I Got To The Point Where I'd Look In The Mirror And Say: "where'd She Go? Because She's Still In There." I Knew She Was Still In There (she Laughs) And It Didn't Take Much To Get Her Out.

In Photos, I Don't Know Who The Real Me Is - It's All Pretend, Just Pretend. There's Not Much Of Myself In My Work. If I'm Looking In The Mirror And I'm Working, I'm Looking At My Make-up And My Hair. It's Not The Same As Looking At Myself.

Why Would I Be Embarrassed About Being Canadian? I'm Very Proud. We're Just The Nicest People. Everyone Likes Us.

I Have To Get Off The Internet. It's So Unhealthy For Me. I Do See What They Post About Me, And It's Not Always Positive. They're Mean - Though There Are Some Lovely Ones. I'm So Tempted To Post Something, But I Haven't Done It Yet.

I Was A Hoarder, And I Got Rid Of Everything. Now Nothing Comes In My Home Unless It Has A Purpose. And Decor Is Not A Purpose. Home Is New York Apartment With A Table, A Bed And Sofas. That's It. Everything Else Is Gone.