My mother was a beauty queen.
I was always told I look like my father.
Looking back on my childhood photos, I'm shocked at the number of images where I was in the process of, or just beyond the visually safe side of grooming. I spent a great deal of time in pink foam curlers.
This is a painting from a holiday photo (one of one of many) of me in a slightly disturbing but celestial pose in front the family Christmas tree, freshly liberated from the pink foam curlers.