I love a card. You know, cards? At birthdays? I collect them
I love a card. You know, cards? At birthdays? I collect them.
I love a card. You know, cards? At birthdays? I collect them.
You have to prioritize what you stress about when you have a child.
I’ve been singing properly every day since I was about fifteen or sixteen, and I have never had any problems with my voice, ever. I’ve had a sore throat here and there, had a cold and sung through it, but that day it just went while I was onstage in Paris during a radio show….
Crying is really bad for your vocal cords.
I don’t make music for eyes. I make music for ears.
It’s never been an issue for me – I don’t want to go on a diet, I don’t want to eat a Caesar salad with no dressing, why would I do that? I ain’t got time for this, just be happy and don’t be stupid. If I’ve got a boyfriend and he loves my body…
My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.
My life is full of drama, and I don’t have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like.
I’m really happy to be me, and I’d like to think people like me more because I’m happy with myself and not because I refuse to conform to anything.
I have never been insecure, ever, about how I look, about what I want to do with myself. My mum told me to only ever do things for myself, not for others.