Makeup Should Be Fun, Not Fascist.

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.

Life Is Too Short To Spend Hoping That The Perfectly Arched Eyebrow Or Hottest New Lip Shade Will Mask An Ugly Heart.

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.

Growing Up, My Ideals Were Barbra Streisand, Cher, And My Mom.

Beauty Is About Perception, Not About Make-up. I Think The Beginning Of All Beauty Is Knowing And Liking Oneself.