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

I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.

I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.

I too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.

The fact is, my parents loved me, and I wanted to be worthy of their love. I wanted to make them proud.

We live in a kissy society.

I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.