“I’m constantly feeling like a fraud.”

“But when the interview was long over and there was no longer any pressure on me to deliver a neat answer; when I was in bed tossing, turning, and poring over the minute details of my day; when I had seemingly all the time in the world as the night stretched before me, I still had trouble hitting the bullseye. Almost like I didn’t know myself — like there was a schism of the self.”

“I choose to share my beauty with those who cherish it and who won’t tarnish it. It’s not for the world to take what’s mine and feed it through a machine that creates plastic barbie dolls; slaves to an industry responsible for corrupting a generation of Kardashian wannabes.”