Middle child of seven.
Tomboy (although I still loved my dolls and, making mud-pies 🙂 ).
“….homely, so it’s a good thing you’re smart!,” an aunt laughed.
“You look just like Mom! — she was beautiful!,” a brother insisted.
“Maybe not pretty, but, striking…,” a sister mused with a shrug.
Former [dabbler in?] anorexia. (Tried bulimia but Lord I hate vomiting.)
Recovering alcoholic. Recovering addict. (29 years, both.)
Child of God.