The first time I felt like a beautiful woman, I was somewhere between 13 and 15. I was walking down the street with my backpack on, [after] getting off the school bus, headed home, and these guys were hanging out the windows whistling at me, “Mamacita!” I was like, Oh, wait, I’m cute! I’m a grown-ass woman. That was my first time realizing I might be sexy. I might have something going here.
At one of my first jobs, as an airline gate agent, every day people would say to me, “You look unique. Something about you.” Guys would try to buy me lunch and stuff. When I hit 25, I read a book by Louise Hay, You Can Heal Your Life. [It taught me] about self-love, about looking in…
