"I wouldn't go over here to Lisa Rinna and I would say 'Are those breasts real, are you wearing underwear?'"
My back is too long or something because my ass is constantly hanging out.
I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.
Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.
Just keep it simple. When you over-think what you're wearing, that's when wardrobe malfunctions tend to happen.
During that Grammy moment, when I nearly collapsed, I was thinking, Are you kidding me? I've always been really good with my heels. Even pregnant, I could perform in heels. Note to self: Never wear a train onstage.
I stress out so much about the red carpet and interviews and pictures, and, you know, not getting my skirt tucked in my knickers.
I don't know about style mistakes.
There are so many things that can go wrong while performing. I've had violin strings break; I've had pants that were slowly falling down, and I'd have to pull them up in between every song; my hairpiece was falling out, so a big chunk of hair was just flapping around as I danced, and I've completely fallen on my butt.
I'm always in those tabloids where they show who's badly dressed. It's funny, because each time I'm getting my picture taken, I'm thinking, This is a nice outfit.
What goes up must come down, which is why I don't wear tube tops.
I probably have the worst wardrobe. It's the most ill-fitting with the worst patterns and colors and the most nipple rubbage. There's bad chafing, and it's always tight in all the wrong places. What's sad is that I'm kinda getting used to it.
Where in the world did you get that dress?" "Present from Zu." "You look like you want to throw it in a fire." "I can't promise there won't be an unfortunate accident later on.
