I guess that's what I was: a set of abs. And they lit the abs and shot the abs and sent the abs on their way. The photographer didn't look at my face once. I was humiliated.

I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.

I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.

We're all pretty ordinary on paper.

By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.

A father's disappointment can be a very powerful tool.

I didn't know a damn thing about style.