I just think people in Los Angeles don't know what to do when they see a woman who has a little flesh on her. They're like, 'What are you, some weird, doughy man?'
L.A. has some pretty tough beauty standards, if I don't say so myself. Because in Oregon, on a good day, I'm like a six or a seven -- I'm not trying to brag -- but in Los Angeles, I'm a man.