Last week I sent a bunch of photographs to my publisher for inclusion in my memoir, Ugly.
Many, like this one, probably won’t cut it quality-wise. But for six months while I wrote the book I had all the sundry papers of my life – report cards, old exercise books containing untidy writing and drawing of spaceships, school magazines and photographs – sitting beside me. It was a strange experience having it all there – being able to dip in and out when the writing got hard – and some of it is worth sharing.
This is a photo of me and my sister Paula, in our backyard. In this photo I’m two-and-a-half. It was before my big operation that amputated my deformed legs and reconstructed my face.
I’ll share a few more pics every now and then. Be warned though – no amount of medical brilliance can fix big ears and bad haircuts.