I modelled my looks on the town tramp.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was from a little rinky-dink town - to be a model... it looked like a lot of fun. I'd look at the girls, and they always looked happy.
I modelled in my 20s, and it was an obsessive time. I was under pressure to look a certain way.
Basically I was really modeling for fun, but it wasn't ever something that I wanted to do to begin with.
There were a few models who used to stay close to my building. I used to admire them and tell my friends that I did. Those models told me get into modeling.
I wanted to model when I was younger.
I'm not thrilled that I have a tramp stamp. When you see people bend over in their really low-cut jeans, I'm like, 'Oh... that's what I have.'
I was basically a surfer girl from California. I never looked like a model.
I modeled for a little while in college. I was desperate to travel, and I got scouted, and they wanted me to go to Paris and London for six months. And I discovered that I hated it. I didn't like the expectation to be pretty all the time.
I tramped. When I was on the freight trains, I wasn't looking for work. I was looking to go from place to place without paying any money.
Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.