I was born like most infants: headfirst and screaming. But I was different, and my parents knew that months before I first breathed my own oxygen. That is why they knew I needed a special name, one that only I would have. All of the other children in my family (there were twelve) had relatively normal names, but mine had to be different.
My name was not the only thing that set me apart from siblings. My taste in style was never like my sisters‘. They were mostly conservative when it came to shoes and jewelry, while I stuck with the “bold and bright” feel. I love heels, I love large jewelry, I love bright colors, I don’t mind standing out. My hair cuts were much more extreme, in the sense that I never minded to cut off more than ten inches, when it nearly killed my sister to cut off four. I was short and slightly chubby while three of the four were impossible skinny (even after three children), and tall. Even more odd-I was more athletic than them all.
