No Lifeguard on Duty: The Accidental Life of the World's First Supermodel

I liked the way he handled himself in the kitchen. I like men who cook. Men who cook are generally good lovers.

I was in that dark, self-destructive place. I was up one minute, down the next. Soaring and crashing and crashing and soaring; the roller coaster from hell.

I am anxious. I am always anxious. I should change my name to Anxiety Dickinson. I am anxious about my little sister. My big sister. My mother. Myself. Life. I am anxious about what to wear, what to eat, what to say, how to breathe.

I was in awe of him. I didn't speak; I listened.

I was in awe of him. I didn't speak; I listened. He was flawless.

needed to be wanted. I couldn’t go on without being wanted. And I couldn’t stop thinking about that little bitch at the restaurant. I used to be that woman, I thought. I used to be the one who turned heads. Now…Christ…I was becoming invisible.