On having cellulite:
It doesn’t define my worth. If women like you and me continue to preach that, then I feel like younger girls are going to grasp it and they’re going to be like: “Who cares!” I remember my first signs of cellulite, in middle school. I remember telling my mom: “Isn’t it disgusting? It’s so ugly.” She rolled down her pants and said: “Look, I have it, too.” And I was like, “Gasp!” She looked at me, then at it, and just rolled her eyes. She didn’t tell me that it’s beautiful or ugly, she just made it a nonissue. To this day that sticks with me because I’m here today and I feel that it’s okay to have cellulite.
On the things she was told when she first started out as a model:
“You’re fat,” “You’re ugly” or “You’re just not good enough,” and trying to live in these model standards, that was my normal. I think I hit bottom around 18. I was disgusted with myself and told my mom I was coming home. And my mother told me: “No, you’re not, because you told me that this was what you wanted and I know you’re supposed to do this. It doesn’t matter what you think about your body, because your body is supposed to change somebody’s life.”
… says Ashley.