I admired those girls who did Playboy, Sports Illustrated, and Victoria's Secret. I love looking at them too, but I never went in that direction. I just stayed in fashion.

I have this great fear of people - not when I'm on the runway, but backstage. In a room full of people, I really suffer. I sort of go into a tunnel and I feel very removed. I get so tense, I can't swallow, and my heartbeat goes way up. It still happens now, although I'm better at controlling it.

We have this saying, Christy and I. We don't wake up for less than $10,000 a day.

Sure, I like my short hair. It also quadrupled my rate. I did get sick of seeing it on everybody, though - every stewardess, every salesclerk, and in every restaurant.

Fashion faux pas should be celebrated. I enjoy them because it means we're not all clones.

In photos, I don't know who the real me is - it's all pretend, just pretend. There's not much of myself in my work. If I'm looking in the mirror and I'm working, I'm looking at my make-up and my hair. It's not the same as looking at myself.

I have to hit the gym. I have beauty appointments. I have to work toward my next job and maintaining my image, just like an athlete.