I have now spent over a year trying to figure where in the workplace I belong.
I was fired by 'America's Next Top Model' on my birthday.
Beauty can get a woman what she wants: love and money. But when beauty leaves you, so can the things it brought.
I have worked every day since the age of fifteen, supporting not only myself, but also helping a sizable family when needed.
The real bummer of fame is that at some point you're bound to get demoted.
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.