In my youth, I looked like this:
But now, I look like this:
As the years went on, a friend swore I was a dead ringer for Flashdance star Jennifer Beels. I liked that comparison. Of course my brother-in-law had to pop my bubble by telling me she's much prettier than me. Since he started dating my sister when I was only thirteen, he's always been more like an annoying, big brother. You should be lucky enough to have one.
Now, I constantly hear how I look like Bette Midler. No offense to this talented actress, but I don't think she's pretty, and would like to go back to looking like Jennifer, thank you very much; especially when a little girl jumps up and down in a restaurant while yelling and pointing, "You're the witch! You're the witch!"
I said, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog, too!" Then cackled.
That shut her up.
Of course, who I look like is pointless, because who I am has nothing to do with my looks. Plus, if you've followed my blog for any length of time and still don't know me, I guess you never will. I'm not one to stain the internet with stories about my abusive childhood, miserable marriage, or rat infested home. I can't do that because actually, it all was and is pretty good. That's why my life story would put you to sleep. So, instead of writing about my dull life, I invent book characters and abuse them. :)