I've found that balance is key. I'm no longer an extremist in any one direction.

I grew up on antibiotics. Every ailment - sore throats, earaches, flus - warranted a trip to the doctor and in most cases some kind of prescription.

But I would assert that despite the wide variety of yoga options and individual preferences, there is one universal element: the union of consciousness and movement, breath and awareness.

Though my parents assured me over and over again that I wasn't stupid or slow, I sensed that my dyslexia was now a stigma on all of us.

I bicycle 12,000-foot mountain passes, run, cross train, skate-ski, hike and mountain bike.

I had dropped out of school and was a runaway, so I didn't have family to fall back on if I didn't work. I didn't have a lot of other options of making money other than modeling.

I'm proud that today, at 43 years old, I've come to value the aging process and focus on inner rather than outer beauty.