Being Jordan [antikvár]

THIS IS WHY I've been called a slapper, a tart, a man-eater; a woman who is so desperate for male attention she will do anything to get it. I've been told that I'm a freak; that I'm addicted to plastic surgery; that I've mutilated my body because I hate how I look. I've been described as unstable, insecure, out of control; a drunk. It has been claimed that I'm obsessed with fame and will do anything for publicity. Worst of all, they say I'm an unfit mother. Journalists write about me as if I'm a dumb bimbo. Yes, I'm famous for my boobs. So what.? Modelling is just my job, and there's more to me than that. There's a person inside this body So who am I.? The Jordan of the tabloids who doesn't seem to give a toss and only cares about fame and partying.? Or Katie Price, the successful model and single mum who is trying to make the best of things.? Now you can make up your own minds. This is my story and I've held nothing back: not the parts I'm ashamed of, nor the things I regret. It's all here. My life is in your hands. Judge for yourself.