She wears exactly what she likes, no matter how good or bad it turns out.
I like to imagine her in her madness owning a mirror but choosing not to look in it. Why judge how you look if you feel great?
But when she picks up a pizza dressed in a pair of denim hot pants and attempts to avoid the paparazzi by trying to cover her lady bits with a deep crust pepperoni, I do wonder whether a woman can take being fearless a tad too far.
