I’ve lived in L.A. long enough. It’s time for me to embrace the culture, become a part of the cliché. I’m going on a juice cleanse. This will be my own personal “Heart of Darkness,” my "Apocalypse Now." I’m about to descend into madness. Only my obsession won’t be Kurtz, it will be fitting into my wedding dress. “Bridezilla” is sort of like mad cow disease for humans, and I’ve caught it. My wedding is a little over 3 months away. It’s time to go big, go hard or go home (*insert lots of other sports references here.) I just want to weigh what my driver’s license says I weigh. And for my face to glow in a way that is difficult to achieve with the amount of salt and fried things I consume.View Article
