I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is, anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives.

Being famous hasn't changed my perception of myself - I've just grown up.

The only time I ever look good dancing is if I'm next to my dad at a wedding.

As long as you smile, have sparkly eyes and stick your shoulders back, nobody's going to notice your bum or your waist or your feet, for that matter.