Since I had to put makeup on and make myself pretty for work tonight, I decided to prance around on my pole in my underwear and take a few webcam pics. You know, three months ago I would NEVER have posted pics where my stomach was visible because I was sooo self-conscious about it, but I have been working really hard and even though I still have a long way to go to reach my goals, I am actually feeling pretty good. Enjoy, and have a nice weekend everyone!
Ashlee Adams
xox
If you’re a regular reader of ZOO Weekly magazine, then you’ll already be familiar with this blonde bombshell. For those of you who aren’t, Berenger is one of Australia’s hottest new glamour models, and guess what… she’s 100% natural! Yep, even those amazing boobs!
I’ve had a really fun week. Australia Day is such a great holiday – who doesn’t love beer, BBQs, swimming, friends and gorgeous weather?!
I spent a lot of time this week drinking with my best friend, and that has been awesome cos we’ve not been able to do that for quite a while. We downed a whole bottle of vodka on Sunday night, ate some awesome pizza, spent hours looking at hilarious porn and watched The Midnight Meat Train. On Monday night we went out to watch my boyfriend’s band play and we drank WAY too much, as he put it, “That was the drunkest I have ever seen you.” Haha my ankles are sore from falling over so much. I guess that’s what happens when you hit the booze hard after hardly drinking for months!!
I had my first boob job consultation yesterday, and the surgeon was really nice. I’m not gonna make a decision til I meet with one more surgeon next week, but when I figure out who I like best I will book the surgery for the first week in May. I’m finding it almost a little overwhelming how strongly people have reacted to me saying I’m getting a breast augmentation, some people have actually even been rather vicious over it. People don’t seem to understand how annoying it is to be bombarded with people saying, “DON’T DO IT.” I get people saying, “I prefer natural boobs” or “I like your boobs how they are now,” but people actually trying to tell me what to do with my body is really getting on my nerves. I mean either way, I’m going to do what I want, so it doesn’t really matter I suppose. I’m really excited about it, and it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.
I have some exciting work stuff coming up including a new topless video for ZOO Weekly, and my Post Modern Ink cover hits the stands on February 12th so keep an eye out for that in the coming weeks! I can’t wait for you all to see the photos, they’re definitely not what you’ll be expecting. There’s also a few other things in the works but I’m keeping quiet about that til I get some more details, so you’ll just have to wait and see!
Ash x
Last night at pole class I got my friend to snap a few pics of me practicing my new moves. To all the girls reading this, if you ever have the chance to try pole dancing, DO IT!!!! It’s been about 2-3 months since I started doing weekly classes and already my core and upper body strength has increased ten fold. Not only that, it’s SO much fun.
This move is called the Jamilla, and it really is much harder than it looks. Being able to hold your body up on that angle and extend your legs straight is really difficult! It took me a week of practicing at home every day to get this one right!
This is only half a move hahaha. It’s an intermediate invert and I’m close to getting it, I just need to stop being scared and push my body further away from the pole!
Err I kinda look like a total goob here, but I’m soooo close to being able to do a split against the pole! This move looks so hot when you get it right!
Once I’m good enough to do all these moves without looking clunky when I transition between them, I’ll make a video for everyone and post it on here 
Peace out!
Ashlee Adams xo
After two months of busting my ass in the gym five times a week, and following a strict but healthy eating plan, I am finally starting to see some real results. I’m feeling confident I will have my body at its peak in time for my boob job in May, and I think I feel physically better than I have ever felt before. I am enjoying cooking healthy dinners almost every night and have been baking healthier cookies to treat myself occasionally!
There’s no way I could work out so hard without my favourite motivational music blasting in my ears. Here’s my top picks from today’s playlist!
Each day as I waste time on Facebook, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed at the increasing problem of bastardized spelling by young adults.
I simply cannot understand why (other than sheer illiteracy) someone would spell the word “of” as “ov”. “U” instead of “you” I can understand, it’s shorter and therefore more convenient for those lazy computer users out there. But “ov”?! Are you fucking kidding me??
Seriously, seeing somebody type “could ov” makes me fear for the survival of the human race! So much illiteracy in just two words.
I just do not get it. Either they’re too uneducated to spell a two letter word correctly, or they’re purposely misspelling it for fuck knows what idiotic reason. I’m not sure which option is worse…. both make me very, very concerned.
Can somebody PLEASE explain to me when it became “cool” to purposely misspell words?!? When did illiteracy become cute or hip or whatever the fuck the people who are doing this think it is?!
1. As far as I know, I am not allergic to anything.
2. I always have fake nails. I can’t even remember the last time I didn’t. I feel ugly without them.
3. I busted my ass in school to get into journalism, then dropped out and became a stripper because I realised it wasn’t what I wanted to do.
4. I have only ever had two serious relationships. I define serious as lasting more than a couple of months.
5. I really, really, really hate the smell of lavender.
6. I quit taking drugs a year ago. Funnily enough, the only one I ever really miss is Dexedrine… the lamest drug of all!
7. I am quite a soft person and I don’t really cope very well with people hurting me. If they do, I will most likely hold a grudge forever. When a friend stabs me in the back, I don’t really get angry or aggressive or do the whole bitch fight thing, I just get really upset and never speak to that person again.
8. I despise Ed Hardy merchandise and the attitude that surrounds it more than words could ever possibly describe.
9. I spend far too much time pondering how much further my modelling career could have gone by now, if only I had got myself really skinny and got fake boobs all those years ago. I probably need to stop feeling angry at myself about it, because you can’t change the past.
10. I would eat hot chips for every meal if I could. There is no food that pleases me more.
11. I will be very surprised if I ever buy a car that isn’t black. For as long as I can remember, I have only ever liked black cars.
12. I have never understood how so many girls have a handbag fetish. I just don’t care about handbags. I buy one and I use it til it breaks and then I buy another one. Once I spent like $800 on a velour and leather Juicy Couture bag and it lasted maybe a year before it broke beyond repair… since then I’ve only ever bought cheap bags.
13. I only ever wore silver jewelry til I got my gold Penthouse Pet necklace. Since then, I have been making the transition into gold.
As anyone who has been a regular reader of my online ramblings would know, I was always a bit of an outcast at school. My eccentric hobbies and interests didn’t really win me a whole lot of friends in the conservative, narrow-minded country towns I grew up in, and I suppose because of the way I was treated I developed a bit of a penchant for causing controversy, making people talk about me, and really pissing my clean-cut parents off.
I managed to really ruffle a lot of feathers when, at the young age of seventeen, I decided to do a body painting piece as my major practical assignment in twelfth grade art class. Even at that age I’d been fascinated with modelling, nudity and beauty, and I guess between my general interest in the subject and my desire to shock everyone in the town, I never really stopped to think how inappropriate it actually was.
So, I painted up some amazing heaven and hell themed backdrops on huge pieces of canvas, and painted my own semi-naked body as a devil and an angel and had the school’s photography teacher take some professional photos of me to frame and submit as my final piece. Looking back on it, it seems absurd that it never crossed my mind that maybe having a male teacher take photos of a seventeen year old student wearing nothing but paint and a g-string on school grounds wasn’t such a good idea, but I swear to you that it was totally innocent and for no purpose other than the creation of art.
A week before we were due to submit our final piece (which I should add made up something like 60% of our final grade), everything started to implode. I was called to the headmaster’s office, and told that despite the school being fully aware of the project I’d been working on for six months they had now decided it was “inappropriate for a school context” and that I was forbidden from submitting it. They also said that the photography teacher could possibly get in a LOT of strife for taking the photos, and that I had potentially caused a lot of trouble. The only person to stick up for me was my art teacher, who realised there was no way I would be able to start and complete a new project with only a week to the submission date, and with so much of my grade relying on what I’d already done she went to the state school board.
In the end, the state school board said that while it was extremely controversial and maybe inappropriate, it was still art and actually paled in comparison to some of the graphic anti-abortion/eating disorder/etc pieces that had been submitted, and they ruled in my favour. I think my saving grace was that the photos were taken only a few weeks before I turned 18, so maybe everyone just decided to pretend the photos had been taken a month or two later than they actually had been. So, I submitted my piece and received a relatively good grade.
I was, however, banned from ever showing any of my work at the end of year art exhibition and mine was the only piece omitted from our graduation display.
I still have some of the photos, but I can’t post them on here cos I’d probably get arrested for distributing kiddie porn… of myself? Yeah.
I guess I was destined to be a nude mode, hey?
Today, to finish off my leg workout, I went into the empty group fitness room to do some squats and lunges as the weights room was quite busy. As per usual, there’d been a couple of douchey guys who turn into animals whenever a pretty girl enters the room, flexing their muscles and walking by as much as possible in an obvious attempt to be looked at fondly by their fellow female gym junkies. Alone in the group fitness room, I stood a few metres back from the long, mirrored wall, hoisted a bar onto my shoulders and began my lunges. I was not even halfway through my first set when one of the extremely muscular men who had been prancing around me earlier walked in, and, I kid you not, stood directly in front of me, and began to flex his muscles in the mirror, turning his head slightly to see out of the corner of his eye if I was watching him (I should reiterate that this is a mirrored wall in a large, almost empty room, so there was ample free mirror space).
I’ve seen some amusing displays of testosterone at the gym before, but this actually almost made me laugh out loud. The thing that struck me as most humorous, was that I had seen this guy around the gym on multiple occasions and thought to myself, “Wow, he is in great shape, I really admire his dedication.” It’s funny how admiration can slip so quickly into, “Hahahaha what a douchebag!”
When guys behave like this at the gym, I make an extremely blunt point of not even glancing at them no matter what I do, for fear of gratifying them and encouraging further displays. The moral to this story, boys, is that being in great shape will probably make fit girls admire you. Unnecessarily standing 4 feet in front of them and flexing your muscles in the mirror like a peacock in heat, dancing and presenting its colourful feathers to impress its female counterparts in the hope of finding a mate? Well, that’s just gonna make us think you’re a dickhead.
