Two days before my wedding, I was laying in the bathtub, crying because I felt bad about my body. "I am bad, I am wrong, I don't deserve the love of a great man, I don't deserve a spectacular wedding day," was the thought reel playing on loop in my head. Talking to my fiancé that night, something finally clicked.
It's not easy trying to set up a conference call with five supermodels. On any given day, one is working on her fashion label between castings, another modeling the latest collections in Grand Canaria or Paris and one may be at the Lower East Side Girls Club boosting the self-confidence of young women by promoting a healthy body image.