I've had so many people say stuff to me. I meet them, have a chat for five minutes and they think they can say what they like. I used to laugh it off, but now I think 'why do you think you can say that to me? You don't know me.'
Maybe for every 100 fans who thought about saying something nasty to singer Justin Bieber this month, maybe 200 did.
I get the weirdest comments on Instagram.
I have met people in the street who say, 'You look like Karren Brady, but she is fat.' But I don't care. I am happy with the way I look; it's not something that drives me mad.
I think my comedy, the put-downs I do to hecklers, are the accumulated bitterness of years of people feeling that it's perfectly acceptable to make a comment on your appearance when they don't even know you.
If I want to wear a long flowing dress, someone will say I'm pregnant.
I just ignore the negative people and trolls. They stop bothering you when you don't acknowledge them; it suits me just right.
What is it about a baby bump that makes people feel it's okay to say things like, 'God! You are big!'
The negative talk, everything that has been coming my way, I don't care about it.
People aren't really mean to me, but people say random things.
It would be more weird if people didn't stare at me or shout at me.
It's unbelievable to me that someone can go on someone's photo and comment on their weight. It's not healthy for anyone.
I've had designers say to my face, 'Oh, I want to dress you now that you're skinny.' And that's really rude.
