At 52 and unaltered, people tell me I look good for my age. This is not the same as being told you're beautiful.
Beauty can get a woman what she wants: love and money. But when beauty leaves you, so can the things it brought.
Beauty, unlike the rest of the gifts handed out at birth, does not require dedication, patience and hard work to pay off. But it's also the only gift that does not keep on giving.
Fame is an interesting phenomenon.
I always hear, 'Oh, she's really beautiful.' I'd die to hear, 'Oh, she's really smart.' I'm not as dumb as I look.
I have now spent over a year trying to figure where in the workplace I belong.
I have worked every day since the age of fifteen, supporting not only myself, but also helping a sizable family when needed.
I was fired by 'America's Next Top Model' on my birthday.
I wash my hair once a week. If it gets stinky in between, I just dry-shampoo it.
I will continue to be intelligent, I vowed, no matter how beautiful I become.
I'm a trash can. I eat whatever makes me happy.
I'm against all of us looking homogenous, where there's only one kind of a template of a person.
I'm definitely a narcissist, and TV is fabulous for narcissists.
If you have really pretty skin, then you can pretty much stick on mascara and a lip cream and look great.
Modeling sucks.
People want you to be beautiful and shut up. When I paint or play music, they'd rather not know about that.
Words are my life.
