The past explains how I got here, but the future is up to me - and I love to live life at full throttle.
Follow sound business trends, not fashion trends.
I can only speak from my own personal experience, being behind the camera and in front of it, but every magazine cover you see is completely airbrushed.
I have to wake up and drink chamomile tea to slow down.
And I will never, ever respond to anybody - man, woman, vegetable, or mineral - who tells me to keep my mouth shut.
The idea of the extreme makeover is disturbing.
I was Versace's muse, I was Valentino's muse, I was Alaia's muse, Lancetti's muse, Calvin Klein's, Halston's. I could go on and on.
Mothers don't let your daughters grow up to be models unless you're present.
I'm a former bulimic myself and it's a horrible, horrible addiction.
Hey, I fool the camera. I'm a liar, a magician.
Back in the day I was doing runway, editorial, advertising, spokesmodeling, and public appearances. Those are five different categories.
Every six months I fly to Dallas to get botox and I also get collagen injections.
Beauty opened all the doors; it got me things I didn't even know I wanted, and things I certainly didn't deserve.
I became a cover girl and an editorial model, and then I became a runway model.
I'm keeping my acerbic wit completely fueled.
I grew up in an abusive home and was told on a daily basis by my father that I would never amount to anything and that I looked like a boy.
Self-help books are for the birds. Self-help groups are where it's at.
If you think I'm over-the-top, I am.
I got a book deal without even turning in one shred of a writing sample.
Without gay men, I am nothing.
