People identify with me - everyone does - African American women, Caucasian women, they all identify with me because I'm ethnic.
Photo shoots for underage girls are like letting an ant walk around with honey.
Every six months I fly to Dallas to get botox and I also get collagen injections.
I lived the stuff that Jackie Collins writes about.
As the saying goes, I want to be the best-looking corpse there is.
I'm addicted to cosmetic surgery!
I've been the queen of dysfunction and made every mistake one can make.
I've been fooling the public for years and I'm really good at it.
I'm keeping my acerbic wit completely fueled.
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.
The industry has died as far as modeling has gone, and I'll tell you why. Magazines are featuring the Halle Berrys and Sarah Jessica Parkers, all the actresses. Makeup companies are featuring all the celebrities. All the models have died.
Celebrity is hawking make-up, cars, everything; it's shifted.
I hike and make sure everything I eat is organic.
I grew up studying ballet; I grew up honing my craft.
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.
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.
The idea of the extreme makeover is disturbing.
And I will never, ever respond to anybody - man, woman, vegetable, or mineral - who tells me to keep my mouth shut.
Aside from my modelling, by the early Nineties I was also starting to work as a photographer, which I loved.
If you think I'm over-the-top, I am.
