Soon I Realized That If Beauty Equalled

If You Want To Look Your Best, Be Creative, Try Some New Ideas, And Have Fun Doing It.

Perfection Is Boring. If A Face Doesn't Have Mistakes, It's Nothing.

I Made A Crash Landing Here On Earth On February 14, 1962, In The Shreveport Catholic Charities Home For Un-wed Mothers. The Infamous Bonnie And Clyde Lost Their Lives Just Miles From Where I Was Born. Like Outlaws Ourselves, My Birth Mother And I Were On The Run From The Day She Found Out I Was Part Of Her.

I Spent Much Of My Life Hiding.

For Me, Beauty Is Synonymous With Uniqueness . . . Perfection Is Mundane, Boring, And Emotionless. It Is By Celebrating The Differences In Others That We Can Begin To Accept Our Own Individuality.