I’ll never forget it. I was sixteen, getting ready to go to prom with my high school senior boyfriend Pete. My BFF had curled my hair and put it up just so. I was wearing blue eye shadow from the Clinique bonus I had just gotten as a side effect of buying moisturizing cream I never used for fear of acne breakouts. And I was all dolled up in pink taffeta with puffy Cinderella sleeves someone should have warned me would embarrass me years later.

Actress, Writer and Beauty Spokesperson, Holly Fulger is on a personal mission to help women discover their inner beauty and feel as beautiful as they deserve to feel. Working first as a model and then as an actress, where she always felt compelled to lie about her age, Holly experienced the good, the bad and the misguided aspects of beauty in our Hollywood and Madison Avenue driven culture.

I once worked in a strip club as a (fully clothed) waitress. While there, I learned that most of the dancers making the big bucks only pretended to get drunk on the $12 mocktail containing only cranberry & orange juice because it made the guys paying for the drink feel like he was going to get somewhere, that the two-and-a-half minute average pole dance on stage was just the right amount of time to scan the crowd for the sucker who would be an easy mark for the $20 lap dance, and that lap dance time was exactly that time when they composed their grocery lists in their heads because doing the same old thing gets tedious, ya know?

I hate not knowing.

My birthday and Christmas were great growing up. The part that has always sucked, though, has been the waiting to open the gifts wrapped prettily with my name on them. The Not Knowing while I had to wait to discover what was in that pretty wrapping paper was more agonizing than the thrill of finally getting my chance.