I find the light and work it, work it, work it.
I got a book deal without even turning in one shred of a writing sample.
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 grew up studying ballet; I grew up honing my craft.
I had to fight like hell to convince people I was beautiful in my own Polish half-breed way.
I have to wake up and drink chamomile tea to slow down.
Beauty opened all the doors; it got me things I didn't even know I wanted, and things I certainly didn't deserve.
I have a very vivid imagination.
Every six months I fly to Dallas to get botox and I also get collagen injections.
Celebrity is hawking make-up, cars, everything; it's shifted.
As the saying goes, I want to be the best-looking corpse there is.
And I will never, ever respond to anybody - man, woman, vegetable, or mineral - who tells me to keep my mouth shut.
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.
Mothers don't let your daughters grow up to be models unless you're present.
Follow sound business trends, not fashion trends.