The Art of Isolation — What I look like — part VI

By Lisa Lieberman

I won’t tell you exactly what I look like, but I am the spitting image of my sister, and she’s an absolutely fucking knockout. I’m not saying I’m good looking or anything. But my sister definitely is. She’s got a long narrow face with olive skin and hazel eyes flecked with orange and gold. People say I’m the dark-haired version of her. I always joked she ordered her body from the Sears catalogue. She grew up thin as a stick, then her boobs popped out one way and her butt popped out the other way. I became embarrassed when I saw her in a bikini in public. She…