I have felt like an outsider all my life due a lack of love in my childhood, the abuse, and early manifestations of mental illness. I was the black sheep, a misfit. As a child, I marched to my own unique beat. My mother disliked the way I looked physically and was also bothered by my strong-willed, sensitive and creative nature. I allowed her to make me feel like the ugliest, weirdest kid, on the face of the earth and she’d often ask, “Why can’t you act normal?”.
As an adult, I began to realize these were my mother’s issues and they needn’t remain mine. I finally embraced my eccentricity, creativity, and exotic physicality. This image symbolizes that transformation.