Models are back to what they were in the '70s: clothes hangers.

My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young.

The real bummer of fame is that at some point you're bound to get demoted.

I have worked every day since the age of fifteen, supporting not only myself, but also helping a sizable family when needed.

I was fired by 'America's Next Top Model' on my birthday.

Nothing ages as poorly as a beautiful woman's ego.

Now, I don't actually know the exact cut-off age where beautiful ceases and "must have-once-been-beautiful" begins. It's true it's not forty-five. I can still get attention when I try really hard, even if it's greatly reduced.