I'm very passionate about what I do.

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.

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.

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.

I spent much of my life hiding.

There are no rules when it comes to makeup!

Soon I realized that if beauty equalled forgiveness, I was never going to be forgiven.