My Mom Was Definitely Very Strict With

[cuban Coffee Is] Very Powerful, Very Sweet, And A Little Dangerous - Just Like The People Who Drink It.

When I Was A Teenager, I Was Fat. I Was Shy. I Wore Glasses. I Had A Big Eyebrow And Hair All Over My Body. They Were Years Of Torture.

My Grandmother Would Shanghai Pilots At The Havana Airport So They'd Bring Me Cartons Of Mango Baby Food - The Only Kind I'd Eat. I Learned To Eat Peach Later. And In Every Carton, She'd Slip A Cuban Record.

My Mum Had A Very Strong Moral Code, Which I Kind Of Came With. I Never Really Had To Be Told What Was Right Or Wrong - I Knew. I Was Very Mature From Early On And I Was A Very Good Girl, So She Never Had Any Trouble With Me.

Whatever It Is Your Heart Desires, Please Go For It, It's Yours To Have.