In some ways it was an incredible fantasy-having exciting experiences, seeing new places, meeting fabulous people. But at the end of the day, I was exhausted and lonely. So I decided to postpone college. I believed I would go someday, but I felt I'd been given this incredible opportunity to see and learn from the world, and to enjoy my newfound success. Before I go on, I want to address an important element that I've left out of this story.
Any job has certain requirements and usually they take the form of some educational diploma.
Thanks to my parents, the face thing worked out. Unfortunately, like many young women, my body was the site of a massive battle. I started starving myself in 7th grade. I remember sitting in the front seat every day, hunched over, trying desperately not to cry. Anorexia seemed like the quickest fix, and it remained my companion until I was 19 when I eventually quit modeling in search freedom and well-being.