I Grew Up Studying Ballet;

I Got A Book Deal Without Even Turning In One Shred Of A Writing Sample.

But You See, That's The Gilded Prison Of Fashion. We're Riding In Private Jets, And Meantime I Was So Incredibly, Painfully Sad And Lonely.

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.

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 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.