People that fel alone or outcast that hurt, kids that feel bullied or lost, remember that you have a voice and you should use that voice to survive and persevere.

Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same. And I still remember how you kept me so afraid.

I like my body when I have curves. We all come indifferent shapes and sizes, and this is something to celebrate.

When my parents fought, I'd run up to my room, put on The Sound of Music, open the window and sing out. My voice was my escape. I saw it as a way out.

Some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill.

Now everyone is a critic.

Don't let anything morph you or push you around or have you be something you're not.