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

I have now spent over a year trying to figure where in the workplace I belong.

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

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.

When I model, I pretty much blank. You can't think too much or it doesn't work.

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

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.