When you become a parent, it's not all about you anymore.

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

There is nothing more attractive that a woman who is sure of herself.

I was born in 1968, just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.

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.

Anorexia was there for me before I got into modeling, but because of the arena and the demands, the disease really got out of control for me. It's like being an alcoholic and going and being a bartender.

I feel like it's my responsibility to honestly cover a lot of subjects in part because I have two little girls and I really want them when they grow up to have a voice.