So long as you've got your friends about you, and a good positive attitude, you don't really have to care what everyone else thinks.
But I love New York. I used to set my alarm clock when I was there, and get up at 4am and get a coffee, just because I could.
I didn't have any problem bonding with Honey, but I was plagued with insecurities about my ability to bring up my baby.
I want to break down some of the stigma associated with mental illness.
Exercise keeps me occupied, which is good for my mental health.
I've always had an addictive nature.
What's so brave about being bald? I've not fought for my country or found the cure for cancer - I've just gone out without my hat on!
I don't miss my pin-up days. I'm far too old for that malarkey.
My mum brought me up to think that personal happiness is more important than your family.
I just don't think men fancy me.
Love has no age.
Mum's a worrier, she looked after everybody apart from herself - I think it runs in the family.
When I was bald, I went through a period where I seemed to do nothing except TV programmes about being bald.
Bald is the new black!
My mother and I were very close and even when I left home and came to London I would ring her every day. She was very proud of me and loved my celebrity. She would often come to shoots and TV shows with me.
I used to be pretty reckless. When I was a runner for a production company, I drove a massive 16 seater van. I was only 18. I mean I look young now, but then I looked about 12.
Usually I trundle about in trainers and baggy jeans, looking about as attractive as a potato.
Every day I do something that freaks me out.
I read everything and anything. I love books.
I read in the paper that I'd slashed my wrists. But I didn't.
