I’ve always loved fashion, so for my Sweet 16, I called up my local Bloomingdales in Short Hills, NJ, and asked them if they would put on a private fashion show for my friends and me, and let me be one of the models.  They’d never done this before, but because I sounded eager (and maybe a bit pushy) they agreed.

So we had a buffet lunch for forty of my closest friends in the restaurant at the top of the store, and in the middle of the room, there was a big runway set up.  After we ate, my friends took their seats around the runway.   I went back stage.  The fashion show started, and as these professional teen models began strutting their stuff, I remember standing in the wings, wanting desperately to back out — what did I get myself into?!?!

But once the officious woman with the clipboard signaled for me to “go,” I had no choice.  I stepped onto the runway like a deer caught in the headlights.   But then I heard it — cheers and hollers from my friends! — and instantly, something in me changed.  I became a 5’2” supermodel wearing not very flattering gray Burmuda shorts, a cropped sweater/jacket, and socks with flats.   It wasn’t a good look.  But it didn’t matter, because I felt… great!

How do I look?

Like a supermodel

Now it’s your turn, what was your best party ever?

Cheers!

Jillian

Justin Gaston's shirtless sweet 16

http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/23/justin-gaston-goes-shirtless-for-sweet-16/

Who is this guy anyway and where did Miley Cyrus find him?