Name: Arden Delaney Height: 5'6 Chest: 36C Waist: 26 Hips: 35 When I was 16, my best friend and I were having a sleepover and were talking about how cool it would be to get into a girly magazine. We were the kind of daughters good parents have nightmares about, and all the boys at school (and some of their fathers) dreamed of. We were always sneaking out of our bedroom windows or saying we would be spending the night with one friend or another when really we wanted to hook up with our boyfriends and go out to the beach to make out and party. On this particular night, we were biding our time until the parents were in bed and all was quiet. Since my Dad was in his office and my mother in bed reading, it was easy to casually walk out to where my Dad had some Playboys and grab a couple. At that age, we had no concept of photo editing or enhancing, and no idea what a boob job or nose job (which would be easily recognized now) looked like. To us they were just incredible Goddesses to be emulated the best of our ability. At 17, I did a little runway work, which was fun, but ultimately I was too curvy and not tall enough to make a real career out of it. And in my heart, I knew icy, bony, flat chested high fashion wasn't what I wanted to do. In my early twenties I got online and touched bases with a few photogs . . . wow . . . I had SUCH a blast taking of my clothes and pouting and purring for the camera. Were these people for real? They thought this was work? My attention span is short, which applies to both careers and men, but in the long run, modeling has worked well for me. I get to travel, meet new people, and occasionally have on camera sex with really hot women. Could you ask for more?