More images from the photo shoot.

You’ve got these long spindly legs. Did you have a nickname?

My dad used to call me “the human pretzel” because I was able to bend my body, and because my legs are very long.

Who was the first famous person you ever had a crush on?

Jon Knight, from New Kids on the Block.

Are you serious?

I guess I really liked the shy boy in the back who really didn’t have many lines in the song, for some reason. But I think it had more to do with his hair.

What’s the one thing you hate about yourself?

I always second-guess what I am doing.

Do you have man-size feet like Paris Hilton? You know, she can find shoes to fit her only in the “tranny” section of the shoe store.

No, I wear a size-7 shoe, and I am five feet ten inches.

What is the one thing you take when feeling constipated?

Are you really going to write about that? I’m not going to comment on that. That is kind of weird and I don’t feel comfortable answering that question. I have gone through so much in the last year.

I understand. You have been a victim of cyber-perversity—and, most impressive of all, you have rebounded in astounding fashion. Is there anything you would wish upon that man, Michael Barrett, who filmed you naked last year?

I am not going to answer that. The only thing that I would like to do is make sure people do not make a mockery of stalking and stalking victims.

Agreed. What do you think it is going to be like for you this season when you go back to covering football games?

I don’t know. I miss sports a lot. I will be going back to work, and we will just have to see what happens.

Talk about the experience of doingDancing with the Stars.

It was everything I wanted it to be. I wanted to do something that would get my mind off of everything that I have been through, and I feel as if I have done that exactly. I’ve been able to be around a wonderful group of people, and there was really no time to concentrate on anything else, because it was basically practicing for eight to nine hours a day.

I’m sure you have toned perfectly, too, with all that dancing. But what gets me to the vomitorium is that faux romance between you and that cheesy ballroom-dancing partner of yours. What was with this tabloid fake romance?

Do you know him?

I don’t need to know him to find him cheesy, honey.

Well, all I know is he was a wonderful dance partner and a wonderful human being who looked out for me, who would call me each night after practice to see if I was O.K.

George Wayne, a Vanity Fair contributing editor, has been writing for the magazine since the early 1990s.