Tired of people telling me how I should have a fucking body. What I should wear on it. How I should act with it. What I should fucking shave off of it.
I had all these singles come out within a two-month period, and then nothing for almost two years. You start to feel a little irrelevant. You realize how many people there are trying to be songwriters and how competitive it is and how political things can be.
Hula-hooping. It makes me feel free. My stepsister introduced me to it. I used to have panic attacks all the time, and she hula-hooped to cope with her own anxiety.
I could make apple pie every single day. You need to be super precise in order for it to be perfect. I’m such a perfectionist that baking is calming for me. I’ve never burnt anything, thank God.
An artist could have a really big relationship, and then they break up, and any song after that, people are automatically going to assume that that song is about that person.
