Mom and I Are Look-A-Likes

One of the most common themes of my childhood whenever Mom and I were out and about together was that Mom and I were look a likes.  Complete strangers would walk up to us and comment on how much alike we looked.   Some would even suggest that we should enter a look-a-like contest.

Mom often would tell me about about when I was very young, unlike my brothers, every one had commented  that I looked more like my Mom.

My brother did all look a lot like Dad and this became more pronounced as they grew older.   I could look at pictures of my Dad and Mom when they were younger and see so much of my brothers in Dad.  Or I guess so much of Dad in my brothers.

Mom would often suggest as I grew older that genetics had done me a favor.  If I had been more like my brothers, it is not unlikely for instance that I would have need to start shaving when I was like fifteen.  Quite frankly, even later in life about the only time I ever felt the need to shave was before I did my makeup.

I sometimes wonder if there was a genetic reason for why I wanted to live my life as a girl.  I found a great deal of information on the possiblity of that online, but nothing that I regarded as conclusive proof.  Ultimately I decided I was very comfortable with a position where by I chose to be a girl and left the genetics side of the equation for others to debate.

But genetics do have a role in who we are.  Of that there can be no question.  When I look at these images of myself and Mom over the years, I cannot help but wonder what if I had been born a girl.  How much more would I have looked liked my Mom.

You do not need to think too hard to be able to figure out why as I grew older I would have loved to have the looks my Mom had, the body my Mom had.