I'm fighting hard; I'm training hard. I'm still walking over people and stepping over people to get where I'm going, and I would really like to give back, especially to my mom, who was there for me when I was a kid.

I need a vacation anyway. They fight me too much. I'm not going to be the one to back out of these fights.

People like to talk a lot about me, about how I have anxiety or social disorders. I'll admit to anxiety, but it has nothing to do with media or being in front of a camera or being around people. It has to do with dealing with the sparring that I'm going to have or the workouts that I'm going to have from day to day.

My mom is probably the only person shorter than me that I'm scared of. Still to this day. She's, like, five-two, maybe.

It cost me a lot of money to have a vacation, basically. It's nice to step back and see there's more to life.

I don't come and fight for fun. I don't do that. I don't like to hurt people for fun.