New York City!! What are you doing May 19th? You’re invited to join my friends and I as we raise money for goods4good at an event from 6pm to 10pm.Every day, Goods for Good promotes the physical, emotional and  educational growth of thousands of children, primarily in Malawi.  Through the innovative use of surplus, Goods for Good ensures that a  lack of basic materials is not a barrier to their achievements.To register to attend or just find out more please visit http://goods4good.org/

New York City!! What are you doing May 19th? You’re invited to join my friends and I as we raise money for goods4good at an event from 6pm to 10pm.

Every day, Goods for Good promotes the physical, emotional and educational growth of thousands of children, primarily in Malawi. Through the innovative use of surplus, Goods for Good ensures that a lack of basic materials is not a barrier to their achievements.

To register to attend or just find out more please visit http://goods4good.org/

A few weeks ago I posted a teaser of the journal I wrote documenting my trip to Haiti. If you haven’t been able to get your hands on a copy of the issue of FLARE magazine where my journal and Behati Prinsloo’s photos were printed, here is the text in full.  Please do read it:LETTER FROM HAITIBy Coco Rocha I first saw the reports of the massive earthquake in Haiti a little over a year ago. I was sitting in an airport and I’ll never  forget the shocking scenes of destruction, death and chaos. I knew I had  to do something. Since then, I’ve been helping raise money in New York  for a non-profit organization called LakayPAM (“my home”). It helps  provide more than 500 orphans in Haiti with shelter, food, medical care and education. Despite  our success with fundraising events in New York, I still felt very  distant and disconnected from the people and the children I was trying  to help.  What I really wanted was to actually see the children of Haiti.  My husband, James, and I started planning our trip last year. The first  person we enlisted to join us was my good friend and fellow model Behati  Prinsloo. I asked Behati because she has such a  big heart. A few years  ago, I had a great time helping her at her dad’s soup kitchen in  Namibia, Africa. She gladly signed on as our trip’s photographer. The  next person we called was Gilbert Le, the filmmaker who created our  beautiful wedding film last summer. He and his cinematographer, Ben, were  on board to meet us in New York when we headed down to Haiti in mid-January. As  I started gathering the toys I wanted to give to the children, I  thought about what they really needed. It occurred to me that many of  the orphans had lost so many people in their lives that what they  probably needed most was the love of another human being. I decided to  create a pen pal program to deliver these children messages of hope and  love from other kids. I put the word out on my blog (oh-so-coco.tumblr.com)  and letters immediately started flooding in from every corner of the  globe. In the final week before our trip I spent most evenings hunched  over my computer, reading, editing and translating every letter into  French - the language most children are taught to read in Haiti.  January 22 A  final batch of letters arrives from a French school in Canada - they  make my translation job that much easier. They are from very young  school children and are absolutely adorable. Most start by saying their  name and grade, and then explaining how many brothers and sisters they  have, or how desperately they want a dog. They talk about their favorite  sport, color or how they love to dance, read and write. All of the  children explain how they’re thinking of the Haitian children, thousands  of miles away, and that although times are rough, they will eventually  get better. They all end with “Please write me back.” I hope they do! January 23 My agent, Micki, and Behati are downstairs waiting at 6:30am, and we all head to the airport. I am surprised by how close Haiti is - it’s just a three-hour flight from New York. As we descend, I see  what looks like a tropical paradise: beaches, blue sea, lush greenery  and, in the distance, a massive city in the bay. As we get closer, I  begin to make out the details of Port-au-Prince. What I thought were  houses are actually makeshift tents, thousands of them, one stacked on  top of the next.  Moments before we land it becomes clear to me  that what looked so perfect from afar is actually in total chaos.  Stepping off the plane, I’m immediately hit by a wall of heat. At the  airport, we see our first example of the earthquake’s power.  Most of  the terminal is cracked and zoned unsafe so the customs and immigration  have been moved to a makeshift hangar a bus ride away. I say “makeshift”  but a year later this is probably as permanent as they can expect. We  leave the airport for our first trip through Port-au-Prince. People are  everywhere, and piles of rubble are heaped in the middle of what were  once major roadways. There are no rules to the road as James learns to  navigate the madness of the streets. To my right we pass a massive tent  city in what was once a beautiful city park. All I can see are tents and  the smell is of rotting garbage and unsanitary conditions. I see a  woman bathing her baby in the gutter. The sheer number of people living  this way is staggering. Across the street from the tent city is the  former Haitian Palace. It looks like it was once the size and grandeur  of the White House but now appears to be a giant heap of stones - as  fitting a symbol as I can imagine for this country’s state.  January 24 After  breakfast, we head to Oeuvre Notres Dames Des Victoires, an orphanage  with a school in the heart of Port Au Prince. Before the earthquake, the  complex consisted of two buildings: a school in the back and an  orphanage in the front. The earthquake destroyed one of the two  buildings so now all 400 children are crammed into half the space. Some  classes are being held in what would have ordinarily been hallways. The  cafeteria is now home to about five different classes and we hear the  teachers reading the words off the chalk board and the children  repeating them in a haunting chant.  Apparently, many babies  have begun showing up at orphanages in the last few months - the result  of rape in the madness following the earthquake. Half of them are  sleeping, a few are quietly playing, but one just keeps crying. I’m told  that he arrived today and doesn’t understand what is going on. No one  is holding him - he has a painful rash all over his body. I try to  comfort him, brushing my fingers against his little fingers. It’s  devastating to see him suffering like this, so alone.  Outside,  hundreds of children are leaving their classes. Behati and I spend an  hour playing, dancing and taking lots of pictures in the hot midday sun.  There is nothing as contagious as the happiness of a child. After a  very depressing tour of the city, this visit is exactly what we need. After  leaving the school in Port-Au-Prince, we head up the mountain to a tiny  orphanage, Orphelinat Souer Solange, of 22 children that LakayPAM  supports. We give them all gifts: model airplanes, yo-yos, bouncy  balls, art supplies and stickers. Once they realize that they can keep  the toys, they are ecstatic. A circle of about eight girls forms around  me as they immediately get to work on their drawings.  Before we  leave, the children get together to sing a song they have made up. At  first they are a little shy but by the end they are belting out the  tune. I get goosebumps and can’t stop smiling.  January 25 We  wake up before dawn and head back to the orphanage up in the hills. Our  little friends are already either eating breakfast or standing in line  to have sunscreen applied. I learn that all children must wear a uniform  in order to attend school. I think of the children living in the tent  city I saw yesterday. How could they afford a uniform? I spin one little  girl around in the backyard. Putting her down, another little girl  waits with her hands out. Next, every child wants to be spun around  again and again and again. Behati joins me and we spin until we can’t  see straight.  After our good-byes we travel back to the big  school in Port-au-Prince. Today, we’re giving the children the letters.  We bring a map of the world and explain to the five- and six-year old  kids that these letters are from children all around the world. I don’t  think they understand my pen pal concept but they love having us around.  As we hand out the letters - mainly drawings with few words - they  excitedly show them to each other. The teacher promises that the  children will draw pictures in return. The next room is packed with more  than fifty children who listen carefully as I explain the concept of  the letters. Once they start reading - and can see that strangers care  about them - I can see the excitement in their eyes. My hours of  translating are worth every thrilled little face. January 26 Today  we walk around the city. Every street is full of people selling and  trading random things like fruit, cups or shoes… sometimes all three on  one table. We walk around the outskirts of a tent city - it’s too  dangerous to go much further. A lady takes us into her tent so that we  can see how she lives. I see a bed made of a flat tin sheet elevated off  the ground (and out of the rain water) with a few old blankets. Clothes  hang from the ceiling and a small hot plate is tucked in a corner.  Our  final stop of the trip is a soccer camp that LakayPAM funds. It’s a  long drive and when we arrive, about a hundred young boys are  practising. For many of these boys, the food they get at camp is the  only real meal they will get that day. Behati and I start kicking around  a ball with some little boys off to one side and before I know it, I’m  drawn into the game. Before leaving, we hand out 15 soccer balls that  Micki has brought. They are so thrilled to have extra balls to practise  with.  January 27 As we leave Haiti,  I’m struck by what I did not see. Other than a few old women trying to  sweep piles of rubble and dust, I didn’t see any significant clean-up  efforts. I can remember just one occasion where I witnessed any  construction and that was at the school in Port-au-Prince. If you asked  the average Canadian, I suspect they would think that the worst of Haiti's  troubles are over - but it seems like nothing much is happening. A year  has already passed since the earthquake struck; I just hope that we  don't allow an entire generation of children to grow up in this chaos.  Haiti has to stay in our minds and hearts. If this trip proved one thing to me,  it’s that the children still need us, and I will not give up. By Coco Rocha*Flare has donated Coco and Behati’s writing and photography fees to LakayPAM. For more information and to donate, visit Lakaypam.org

A few weeks ago I posted a teaser of the journal I wrote documenting my trip to Haiti. If you haven’t been able to get your hands on a copy of the issue of FLARE magazine where my journal and Behati Prinsloo’s photos were printed, here is the text in full.  Please do read it:

LETTER FROM HAITI
By Coco Rocha

I first saw the reports of the massive earthquake in Haiti a little over a year ago. I was sitting in an airport and I’ll never forget the shocking scenes of destruction, death and chaos. I knew I had to do something. Since then, I’ve been helping raise money in New York for a non-profit organization called LakayPAM (“my home”). It helps provide more than 500 orphans in Haiti with shelter, food, medical care and education.
 
Despite our success with fundraising events in New York, I still felt very distant and disconnected from the people and the children I was trying to help.  What I really wanted was to actually see the children of Haiti. My husband, James, and I started planning our trip last year. The first person we enlisted to join us was my good friend and fellow model Behati Prinsloo. I asked Behati because she has such a  big heart. A few years ago, I had a great time helping her at her dad’s soup kitchen in Namibia, Africa. She gladly signed on as our trip’s photographer. The next person we called was Gilbert Le, the filmmaker who created our beautiful wedding film last summer. He and his cinematographer, Ben, were on board to meet us in New York when we headed down to Haiti in mid-January.
 
As I started gathering the toys I wanted to give to the children, I thought about what they really needed. It occurred to me that many of the orphans had lost so many people in their lives that what they probably needed most was the love of another human being. I decided to create a pen pal program to deliver these children messages of hope and love from other kids. I put the word out on my blog (oh-so-coco.tumblr.com) and letters immediately started flooding in from every corner of the globe. In the final week before our trip I spent most evenings hunched over my computer, reading, editing and translating every letter into French - the language most children are taught to read in Haiti.
 
January 22
 
A final batch of letters arrives from a French school in Canada - they make my translation job that much easier. They are from very young school children and are absolutely adorable. Most start by saying their name and grade, and then explaining how many brothers and sisters they have, or how desperately they want a dog. They talk about their favorite sport, color or how they love to dance, read and write. All of the children explain how they’re thinking of the Haitian children, thousands of miles away, and that although times are rough, they will eventually get better. They all end with “Please write me back.” I hope they do!
 
January 23
 
My agent, Micki, and Behati are downstairs waiting at 6:30am, and we all head to the airport. I am surprised by how close Haiti is - it’s just a three-hour flight from New York. As we descend, I see what looks like a tropical paradise: beaches, blue sea, lush greenery and, in the distance, a massive city in the bay. As we get closer, I begin to make out the details of Port-au-Prince. What I thought were houses are actually makeshift tents, thousands of them, one stacked on top of the next.
 
Moments before we land it becomes clear to me that what looked so perfect from afar is actually in total chaos. Stepping off the plane, I’m immediately hit by a wall of heat. At the airport, we see our first example of the earthquake’s power.  Most of the terminal is cracked and zoned unsafe so the customs and immigration have been moved to a makeshift hangar a bus ride away. I say “makeshift” but a year later this is probably as permanent as they can expect. We leave the airport for our first trip through Port-au-Prince. People are everywhere, and piles of rubble are heaped in the middle of what were once major roadways. There are no rules to the road as James learns to navigate the madness of the streets. To my right we pass a massive tent city in what was once a beautiful city park. All I can see are tents and the smell is of rotting garbage and unsanitary conditions. I see a woman bathing her baby in the gutter. The sheer number of people living this way is staggering. Across the street from the tent city is the former Haitian Palace. It looks like it was once the size and grandeur of the White House but now appears to be a giant heap of stones - as fitting a symbol as I can imagine for this country’s state.
 
January 24
 
After breakfast, we head to Oeuvre Notres Dames Des Victoires, an orphanage with a school in the heart of Port Au Prince. Before the earthquake, the complex consisted of two buildings: a school in the back and an orphanage in the front. The earthquake destroyed one of the two buildings so now all 400 children are crammed into half the space. Some classes are being held in what would have ordinarily been hallways. The cafeteria is now home to about five different classes and we hear the teachers reading the words off the chalk board and the children repeating them in a haunting chant.
 
Apparently, many babies have begun showing up at orphanages in the last few months - the result of rape in the madness following the earthquake. Half of them are sleeping, a few are quietly playing, but one just keeps crying. I’m told that he arrived today and doesn’t understand what is going on. No one is holding him - he has a painful rash all over his body. I try to comfort him, brushing my fingers against his little fingers. It’s devastating to see him suffering like this, so alone.
 
Outside, hundreds of children are leaving their classes. Behati and I spend an hour playing, dancing and taking lots of pictures in the hot midday sun. There is nothing as contagious as the happiness of a child. After a very depressing tour of the city, this visit is exactly what we need.
 
After leaving the school in Port-Au-Prince, we head up the mountain to a tiny orphanage, Orphelinat Souer Solange, of 22 children that LakayPAM supports. We give them all gifts: model airplanes, yo-yos, bouncy balls, art supplies and stickers. Once they realize that they can keep the toys, they are ecstatic. A circle of about eight girls forms around me as they immediately get to work on their drawings.
 
Before we leave, the children get together to sing a song they have made up. At first they are a little shy but by the end they are belting out the tune. I get goosebumps and can’t stop smiling.
 
January 25
 
We wake up before dawn and head back to the orphanage up in the hills. Our little friends are already either eating breakfast or standing in line to have sunscreen applied. I learn that all children must wear a uniform in order to attend school. I think of the children living in the tent city I saw yesterday. How could they afford a uniform? I spin one little girl around in the backyard. Putting her down, another little girl waits with her hands out. Next, every child wants to be spun around again and again and again. Behati joins me and we spin until we can’t see straight.
 
After our good-byes we travel back to the big school in Port-au-Prince. Today, we’re giving the children the letters. We bring a map of the world and explain to the five- and six-year old kids that these letters are from children all around the world. I don’t think they understand my pen pal concept but they love having us around. As we hand out the letters - mainly drawings with few words - they excitedly show them to each other. The teacher promises that the children will draw pictures in return. The next room is packed with more than fifty children who listen carefully as I explain the concept of the letters. Once they start reading - and can see that strangers care about them - I can see the excitement in their eyes. My hours of translating are worth every thrilled little face.
 
January 26
 
Today we walk around the city. Every street is full of people selling and trading random things like fruit, cups or shoes… sometimes all three on one table. We walk around the outskirts of a tent city - it’s too dangerous to go much further. A lady takes us into her tent so that we can see how she lives. I see a bed made of a flat tin sheet elevated off the ground (and out of the rain water) with a few old blankets. Clothes hang from the ceiling and a small hot plate is tucked in a corner.
 
Our final stop of the trip is a soccer camp that LakayPAM funds. It’s a long drive and when we arrive, about a hundred young boys are practising. For many of these boys, the food they get at camp is the only real meal they will get that day. Behati and I start kicking around a ball with some little boys off to one side and before I know it, I’m drawn into the game. Before leaving, we hand out 15 soccer balls that Micki has brought. They are so thrilled to have extra balls to practise with.
 
January 27
 
As we leave Haiti, I’m struck by what I did not see. Other than a few old women trying to sweep piles of rubble and dust, I didn’t see any significant clean-up efforts. I can remember just one occasion where I witnessed any construction and that was at the school in Port-au-Prince. If you asked the average Canadian, I suspect they would think that the worst of Haiti's troubles are over - but it seems like nothing much is happening. A year has already passed since the earthquake struck; I just hope that we don't allow an entire generation of children to grow up in this chaos.
 
Haiti has to stay in our minds and hearts. If this trip proved one thing to me, it’s that the children still need us, and I will not give up.
 
By Coco Rocha

*Flare has donated Coco and Behati’s writing and photography fees to LakayPAM. For more information and to donate, visit Lakaypam.org

MODELS WITHOUT MAKE-UP.

We models often have to get our makeup done 4 or 5 times a day so, believe me, we are THANKFUL for a day without make-up. As a member of the  Seventeen Beauty Peace Council I participated in their national “Beauty Peace - Day without Make-up” on April 13th and tweeted a photo HERE.

The message? With or without make-up, we are all beautiful in our own way.

TEEN VOGUE - May 2011 issueThank you to Teen Vogue who joins this month’s Flare magazine in covering the trip to Haiti Behati and I recently made. Stay tuned to this blog for my diary of the entire experience (For Canada, it’s available in the pages of Flare right now) and for a very special short film my husband and I are producing.

TEEN VOGUE - May 2011 issue

Thank you to Teen Vogue who joins this month’s Flare magazine in covering the trip to Haiti Behati and I recently made. Stay tuned to this blog for my diary of the entire experience (For Canada, it’s available in the pages of Flare right now) and for a very special short film my husband and I are producing.

Letter From Haiti- My diary in this month’s Flare.It’s now been 3 months since my trip to Haiti and I’m sure a few of you have been wondering what it was like. I’m very pleased to let you know that Flare magazine has offered to print my entire diary of the trip in a special article, out this month. In the article you’ll also find the photography of my good friend Behati Prinsloo, which I can tell you is absolutely beautiful. I’d like to thank Flare for giving me the opportunity to share my message with its readers, and I’d also like to thank them publicly for the very gracious donation they made to the actual orphanages we visited.Please go out and get your copy today, I promise it’s a good read! If you don’t have access to Flare magazine, I will be posting the diary on here in a month’s time. I’m also excited to let you know that James is hard at work on putting together our first documentary - a film all about our special project in Haiti!

Letter From Haiti
- My diary in this month’s Flare.

It’s now been 3 months since my trip to Haiti and I’m sure a few of you have been wondering what it was like. I’m very pleased to let you know that Flare magazine has offered to print my entire diary of the trip in a special article, out this month. In the article you’ll also find the photography of my good friend Behati Prinsloo, which I can tell you is absolutely beautiful.

I’d like to thank Flare for giving me the opportunity to share my message with its readers, and I’d also like to thank them publicly for the very gracious donation they made to the actual orphanages we visited.

Please go out and get your copy today, I promise it’s a good read! If you don’t have access to Flare magazine, I will be posting the diary on here in a month’s time. I’m also excited to let you know that James is hard at work on putting together our first documentary - a film all about our special project in Haiti!

Countdown to Haiti
by Coco Rocha

As I write this blog I’m in a hotel in Montreal, the home of Canada’s largest Haitian population. At 4:53pm today there will be drum roll’s heard across the city, and across the world - this is Haiti’s traditional form observance for exactly one year that has passed since the terrible earthquake that devastated their homeland.

In just 10 days I’ll be heading down to Haiti with a few others to see just what has been accomplished in the 365 days that have passed, and how much more still needs to be done. I still need your help though, we only have about two more days for you to send in letters to our office in New York in time for me to take them to Haiti. Remember that these letters are going to children and orphans who have nothing and often have no one either.

Letters To Haiti
C/O Wilhelmina
300 Park Avenue South,
New York, NY 10010-5398



If you feel you don’t have time to send in an actual letter, we have set up a special email address you can write to also. We will then print the letters and hand them to the children in person. Please remember to include your name, age and address in all the emails and send them to:

letterstohaiti@gmail.com

Please pass this message onto as many as you can. Whether that be through facebook, twitter, tumblr or just word of mouth. As we consider the earthquake that hit exactly one year ago, let us acknowledge the tragedy of the past while keeping our eyes and hearts open to the prospects of hope for the future.

Love,
Coco

P.S Are there specific things you want me to find out or do while in Haiti? Please let me know in your comments.

Letters to Haiti In our years as friends Behati and I have been on many trips and  adventures together all around the world. This January we will be  traveling together for a very special reason. You’ve probably heard me  talk often about Lakay Pam and the great work they do aiding orphans in  Haiti. Together over this last year we’ve hosted events here in New York  city which have raised a lot of money to benefit the children of that  devastated country.  Now Behati and I are again teaming up with Lakay Pam to travel to Haiti with a few other friends with the idea of seeing what more we all can do. We’re going to spend a few days with the orphans and experience their everyday life. While there we’ll film a little documentary of what we encounter so you can see it first hand, where the aid is going and where we still need to help. I have a big favor to ask of you all though, allow me to explain: When we visit the orphanages we want to take with us letters  from people around the world to show the children of Haiti that they have global friends, real people who care about them. In return we will be bringing back with us their letters to you all.Please get out your pen and paper today and write a letter for them. If you could, include your name, age and address and send it to us here:
Letters To HaitiC/O Wilhelmina 300 Park Avenue South,  New York, NY 10010-5398 More updates on this will be coming soon.

Letters to Haiti

In our years as friends Behati and I have been on many trips and adventures together all around the world. This January we will be traveling together for a very special reason. You’ve probably heard me talk often about Lakay Pam and the great work they do aiding orphans in Haiti. Together over this last year we’ve hosted events here in New York city which have raised a lot of money to benefit the children of that devastated country.

Now Behati and I are again teaming up with Lakay Pam to travel to Haiti with a few other friends with the idea of seeing what more we all can do. We’re going to spend a few days with the orphans and experience their everyday life. While there we’ll film a little documentary of what we encounter so you can see it first hand, where the aid is going and where we still need to help.

I have a big favor to ask of you all though, allow me to explain:

When we visit the orphanages we want to take with us letters from people around the world to show the children of Haiti that they have global friends, real people who care about them. In return we will be bringing back with us their letters to you all.

Please get out your pen and paper today and write a letter for them. If you could, include your name, age and address and send it to us here:

Letters To Haiti
C/O Wilhelmina
300 Park Avenue South,
New York, NY 10010-5398


More updates on this will be coming soon.

My interview with Katherine Schwarzenegger

Written by Coco Rocha for Seventeen Magazine

Hi all! I’m so excited that I was able to talk to one of my co-Body Peace Panel members, the beautiful daughter of Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver, Miss Katherine Schwarzenegger! Through her recent book, Rock What You’ve Got, and public speaking, she is helping girls around the world find peace with their bodies. I felt so privileged to speak with Katherine myself about a few topics we both hold dear…

Coco: Katherine, first of all, thank you so much for your book! I found it waiting for me when I got home from Vancouver last week. I loved its message but I have to say, many people will probably be surprised you picked this topic for your first book. Who did you have in mind when you wrote this?

Katherine: Thanks Coco, it’s really a book for every girl who has ever felt insecure or self-conscious about her appearance. I wanted to let her know that she’s not alone, there’s not a woman in the world who hasn’t felt self-conscious about something! We as women all experience it but we never talk about it. With this book I really hope to break down that barrier of secrecy and start talking about the pressures and how we feel about our body image. Being able to talk about your body openly is such an empowering thing.

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Cohati Teams Up For Haiti

Taken from Modelinia.com

It’s no secret that Behati Prinsloo’s expanding her creative talents into the world of photography. She recently snapped images of her BFF Coco Rocha and her hubby (at the time) to-be and also curated her first exhibit as part of Fratelli Rossetti’s Fashion’s Night Out event to display their Spring/Summer 2010 collection.

But now, in addition to learning how to develop her own film, she’s turning her lens to a worthy cause, and teaming up with Coco Rocha to benefit those in need in Haiti. Given Coco’s involvement with Lakay Pam and latest plans for two upcoming trips to Haiti, it makes perfect sense that she would bring in her BFF to aid in the good of others.

“Coco approached me about the idea and I would love to help her out,” Behati explained to Modelinia. “We’re trying to go, [to Haiti] but she told me the other day that a disease broke out, so we’re going to wait until it calms down. I’m going to go to take pictures to show that they still need help after a year. We were thinking that after our first trip we’ll have a gallery exhibit to show what’s going on.”

We’re envisioning more than a few behind the scenes videos from the friends, paired with a blowout gallery exhibit, and massive outpouring of support from the fashion industry for Coco and Behati’s latest charity project.

NEW YORK JOURNAL OF STYLE AND MEDICINE

Taken from the NYJSM

NYJSM interview with one of the most recognizable names and faces in the industry right now. Elite Model, Coco Rocha Conran needs no introduction.

Dr. Vasey: How do you balance health and fitness while working in the industry?

Coco: Well no matter what is “in or out” in the industry, for me its very important to be fit, healthy and ultimately, to be happy. If my look isn’t what someone wants for a job, its fine, I know through experience that there’s always someone else in line who’ll like my look.

Dr. Vasey: Has health and fitness played a significant role in your life from the start of your career or something that evolved over the years?

Coco: I started out in this industry at 15 - I was young and knew little about what constituted a healthy diet and routine. There were those who tried to steer me into negative habits but there were also those who taught me good body image and positive healthy living. I think its important that kids today have positive influences to counteract the negative, that’s one of the reasons I’m teaming up with Seventeen magazine to be part of their Body Peace Council.

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