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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.

There Are Two Types Of People In The World: People Who Are Passionate About Things, And People Who've Had Their Passion Punched, Beaten, Or Whatever Out Of Them.

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.

The Faces I See In The Modeling Industry Can Get Dull.

Beauty Might Bring Happiness, But Happiness Always Brings Beauty.