Sometimes I feel my whole life has been one big rejection.

Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don't feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn.

I like to feel blonde all over.

Sometimes I feel like a has-been who never was.

I am trying to find myself. Sometimes that's not easy.

Sometimes I've been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men, frightened by their wives or sweeties, would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.