I don't really like pants, man. I like tights. I'm not really a pants person. I choose not to wear pants.

My legs are really long and that's cool apparently, but I'm totally klutzy. I mean, I'm like Bambi. I fall all over myself because I can't control my arms and my really long legs.

I'm pretty, but I'm not, like, a 'pretty girl.'

People misinterpret what I say all the time: They think I'm being offensive, when really, I'm only being opinionated.

I wear the pants around here!

I can wear pleated pants now.