Fashion blogs

I have a healthy lifestyle, but there’s nothing you can really do to prevent from rolling an ankle or something like that.

I broke my right ankle. Four ribs. One rib went into my liver. My spleen. My back in two places.

I’m known as the ankle bully, and I’m the CEO of it because I’ve made a lot of people fall during my lifetime.

When you’re competitive, the last thing you want to do is come out of a game, regardless of what kind of injury it is – whether it’s an ankle, a knee, a rib, or a head injury.

Every year’s going to be a what-if. That’s the game of basketball. What if a guy turns his ankle? What if a guy gets in a car wreck coming to the arena? There are so many different aspects that could happen that nobody knows. Only the man upstairs knows.

I got a third-degree ankle sprain practicing long jump. I never fully recovered. That was my first heartbreak. I thought track was going to be something that was going to happen in my life. It never went in the direction I wanted it to, no matter how hard I tried.

It was the force of the ball. It made my foot bone and ankle come together and cracked. I thought I had just twisted my ankle, but it was a clear fracture.

I was a floor model at I. Magnin. I’m 5 feet 7, but my legs weren’t long enough to be a big-time model. From the knees up, everything is long, but from ankle to knee, if I was in proportion, I’d be 5 feet 9.

I’ve broken probably every major bone in my body. I currently have, in my body, fifteen pins and a plate. I’ve broken my femur, both wrists, both ankles – my left ankle twice. My tibia. Tore my rotator cuff.

While performing, I can’t wear anything that I’m not going to be able to dance in or heels that don’t have ankle support.