For a brief period of time in 2009, I grew to like Kelly Osbourne. She was on Dancing With the Stars, quickstepping right into the title of America's Sweetheart, and a nice side benefit of getting down with her bad self was the fact that she started getting in pretty swell shape.
After the show ended, Kelly was looking and feeling great. Everywhere she went, she seemed to radiate sunshine as she spoke of how happy she was with her new self. Healthy, happy Kelly was a Kelly that I could possibly "like" on Facebook without too much shame.
