One thing you may not associate with me is a lack of confidence. And here’s the thing: sometimes I’m the most confident person you’ll EVER meet (so much so that people think I love myself: I DO but in the right way) and other times I can have a melt down and refuse to leave the house for fear of not fitting in and people looking at me. You see, no matter how people seem on the outside there’s always another story behind the scenes. My story is that I was horrendously bullied at school and then bullied again by the old-school media (and public) after I found fame. And although I’m well over all of it (and actually now THANK my bullies for making me the person I am today), the scars never truly go away. They lie there under the surface bubbling away. Mostly, I can’t see or feel them but occasionally they pop up and show their true ugliness.
The worst of it manifests itself when I am invited to go somewhere