has catapulted you in to the showbiz limelight, but I'm miffed I didn't pick up on your leadership and exhibitionist qualities before.
I mean, I know you usedto be a 91FM cheerleader at Auckland's Eden Park circa 1991, but I didn't know the style in those days brought with it a pep rally cheer of G-O-D A-W-F-U-L U-G-L-Y.
Luckily, my hard-working photo archivist has helped to make it so much clearer.
Evidently, you were fierce, even back then. How else would you explain the fact you weren't ashamed to wear a leotard, skin-coloured fishnets and a bad bob in public?
Not that I'm mocking your style. In a woman's magazine spread recently, you appeared all shiny, polished and new. I'm just saying, it's funny, isn't it, how far you've come.
You see, I hear your pain. I, too, suffered from bad haircutitis, a rare follicle condition peculiar to the '80s that no woman should endure today. I blame mine on that cougar
But I don't imagine either of you would be pleased these photographs are being dragged up from your past now. Best hidden, I reckon you're thinking.
But you looked great, Sara. You looked cute, healthy and bubbly, like any young 21-year-old should. Which must make your job so much harder now as you sit on that panel of alleged experts and judge those precious young model wannabes so harshly primarily on their looks?
