My first day of high school, I wore brown boys' corduroys that my mom had sewn Sesame Street elastic into - they were my coolest pants - and a lime green Patagonia fleece that my mom found at Goodwill. I loved fleece.
I work hard, but my modeling career gives my views undeserved attention.
For the past few centuries, we have defined beauty as tall, slender figures, femininity and white skin.
At the Big Bad Lab, we build participatory art and media platforms for causes, communities and organizations we care about.
I do get free stuff.
Even if I did give a good talk, is what I have to say more important and interesting than what Colin Powell said?
