Body
For years, I have worn the title of “quirky” with pride. I used to tell folks, that, no, as a Preacher’s Kid (PK), I wasn’t the “black sheep” of the family – I was the purple one. I take pride in causing folks to say “Huh?!?”. For years, I said that the only tattoo I’d ever considering putting on my body would be a small purple pansy – just because they’re pretty, and the word “pansy” is not something folks typically associate with a 270 lb. powerlifter (so far, I’ve bench-pressed 470 lbs. and leg-pressed 1400 lbs.).