I'd walk and think about my entire life. I'd find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous.

I set my toothbrush down, then leaned into the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I could feel myself disintegrating inside myself like a past-bloom flower in the wind. Every time I moved a muscle, another petal of me blew away. Please, I thought. Please.

The people who don’t give up are the people who find a way to believe in abundance rather than scarcity.

So much of what I've learned, so much of what's good in my life, was learned because something bad happened, or from making the wrong decision. Through bad decisions I learned how to find the ways to make the right ones.

I could go back in the direction I had come from, or I could go forward in the direction I intended to go.

Men's stories are seen as universal, women's as particular. What women are up against is the battle to not be marginalized.

Don't worry. Don't apologize. Don't cower behind the defeated security of there is no 'room for someone like me'. There isn't room for any one of us. It's up to you to make a place for yourself in the world. So get to work.