I wanted to be able to go shopping without people looking to see if I really was one of the world's 10 most beautiful women. I longed to be myself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I wanted to be myself. Only myself.
I wanted to be a journalist, I thought it was glamorous and that I'd meet beautiful women in the rain.
I wanted to be an independent woman, a woman who could pay for her bills, a woman who could run her own life - and I became that woman.
I wanted to dress cool, and get all the ladies.
The reason of my life is not to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
I wanted to live the inner life of every man I saw, look at the world through his eyes.
I was always interested in fashion and beauty. I was fifteen when I was scouted in a flea market. Two years later, I arrived in New York. I was in awe because it was like another planet.
I really wanted there to be something in my life that I enjoy just for the beauty of it.
Growing up, I just wanted to be like everyone else. I didn't value or understand the beauty in being different at the time in my life.
My goal was to be able to be alone without food, sugar, phone, men, TV, anything and to feel O.K. about myself.