I feel just as hungry today as I did the day I left home.
I don't care anymore if people dress like me, now I want them to think like me.
I'm not a feminist, I'm a humanist.
If your joy is derived from what society thinks of you, you're always going to be disappointed.
What else is there for me to conquer? Hopefully my ego.
Ultimately it boils down to the same thing all relationships boil down to: eating humble pie. I sometimes eat quite a lot. But, however bitter it might taste, it's the best pie. It's on the menu constantly for both parties.