yoga is a load of crap
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I don`t mind what I see in the mirror - imperfections and all. I like having wonky teeth. I know everyone has their teeth straightened but I like looking a bit goofier. I`m not interested in straightforward and pretty; I want to feel more individual. I much prefer the bits of me, like my nose, that lend character. I`m also pleased with my hair. I`ve been growing it for four years and now I can almost sit on it.
On the whole, I look like a combination of my mum and my dad. It`s difficult to pick out individual features, except when it comes to mouth and legs. I`m glad I inherited my dad`s lips. I guess I`d have liked to have inherited my mum`s gorgeous long legs. But, hey, I got my dad`s skinny ones instead.
i`m at my happiest when I`m not having to think about my appearance, slouching around the house with no make-up on. If I get dolled up, I feel like mutton-dressed-as-lamb; like a bit of a pretence.
Yoga is a load of crap.
I was good at religious studies. Part of the coursework was meditation. We spent an hour a week with our eyes closed.
I`ve been asked to pose for Playboy.