"Fifteen? Lucky you," she laughed. "I don't think I really started filling out till sixteen or so."

Developing was one thing. Filling out was another, and she'd been short of food enough times that she looked scrawny for a long time. She still was slim, but that was body type.

"Six years, on and off. Sometimes I'd go to shelters or they'd try to put me into foster care. Never took. I didn't like rules. Or answering to anyone."

She still wasn't fond of them. It was a problem.