I know I am a unique person…I have always been an odd duck, but before I became more comfortable in my own skin, I thought I was a sideshow freak walking around amongst the “regular” folks.





My “signs” of my oddity were on my face, in my name, measured by my weight, and even pushed the dynamics of relationships. I explored these extreme themes I thought of myself or “titles” that others have given me to see poke fun at myself and really see myself through the lens that others sometimes judged with.