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.

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

Beauty can get a woman what she wants: love and money. But when beauty leaves you, so can the things it brought.

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

I will continue to be intelligent, I vowed, no matter how beautiful I become.

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

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