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industry bigwigs who were all <strong>the</strong>re to toast my debut. Josh and Angel helped me laugh off <strong>the</strong> mean<br />
text from Criss’s girlfriend. And despite <strong>the</strong> lift debacle, my reviews were glowing and advance<br />
ticket sales skyrocketed—making for some very happy producers. Planet <strong>Holly</strong>wood even blacked<br />
out <strong>the</strong> “Wood” on <strong>the</strong> hotel’s giant neon sign so it read “Planet <strong>Holly</strong>” for <strong>the</strong> night. Was I dreaming?<br />
Or did this somehow really become my life?<br />
RIGHT AROUND THE TIME of my arrival, Planet <strong>Holly</strong>wood announced an upcoming auction of some of<br />
Marilyn Monroe’s personal belongings, which would be put on display throughout <strong>the</strong> casino. When I<br />
was asked to model <strong>the</strong>m for an upcoming magazine feature, I couldn’t believe my luck.<br />
Beyond honored, I modeled many of Marilyn’s personal items, which I recognized from famous<br />
photos of <strong>the</strong> star: a white terry cloth bathrobe, an orange Pucci top, a curve-hugging fuchsia day<br />
dress, etc. I was fascinated with <strong>the</strong> quality of <strong>the</strong> pieces—things were constructed with so much<br />
more care back in Marilyn’s time! Even her causal wear was of <strong>the</strong> highest quality.<br />
A few items from Marilyn’s movies were in <strong>the</strong> collection, too. Flushed with excitement, I tried<br />
on <strong>the</strong> original custom-tailored piece intended for her “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend” number<br />
—a costume that was deemed too risqué and was eventually replaced in <strong>the</strong> film by <strong>the</strong> iconic pink<br />
gown. Much has been said about Marilyn’s figure, and, like many women, her weight fluctuated over<br />
<strong>the</strong> years, but this circa-1953 costume fit me like a glove. The flesh-toned leotard was covered with a<br />
light fishnet, creating <strong>the</strong> illusion of being completely nude under <strong>the</strong> netting. The piece was so well<br />
built, <strong>the</strong> boning carved out my waist without feeling heavy or tight, like a typical corset. A handful of<br />
rhinestones glittered across <strong>the</strong> bust, creating a sparkly, “nude” look. It was hard to imagine that any<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r garment could make me feel sexier.<br />
There was one more piece that made a lasting impression on me. After donning a strapless<br />
cream-colored cocktail dress and gorgeous amber necklace from Marilyn’s personal collection, I was<br />
handed a kimono wrap to complete <strong>the</strong> look. There was no mistaking <strong>the</strong> frilly, violet and pink<br />
Edwardian-style confection. It was a piece Marilyn wore in The Prince and <strong>the</strong> Showgirl—<strong>the</strong> same<br />
kimono wrap depicted in my beloved Marilyn Monroe paper doll set all those years earlier.<br />
Twirling around in front of <strong>the</strong> mirror like a little girl, I understood what Cinderella must have<br />
felt like when her Fairy Godmo<strong>the</strong>r waved her magic wand and produced <strong>the</strong> most perfect ball gown.<br />
I was in absolute awe—it was surreal to imagine that she had worn <strong>the</strong>se very same pieces, decades<br />
before me, and how, as a little girl, I shut my eyes and dreamed about what it would feel like to be<br />
her for just a moment.<br />
And now I knew. Like me, Marilyn had suffered at <strong>the</strong> hands of some not very nice men. She was<br />
used, unappreciated, and struggled to find herself. She worked her way up in <strong>Holly</strong>wood with stars in<br />
her eyes and a kind heart, but found that <strong>Holly</strong>wood wasn’t always as kind in return. She may have<br />
been publically adored, idolized, and lusted after, but she often felt alone and trapped. Those dark<br />
demons eventually got <strong>the</strong> best of Marilyn. Part of me knows that could have easily been my fate had I<br />
not chosen to take care of myself. I only wish poor Marilyn could have done <strong>the</strong> same.