Standards of beauty are arbitrary. Body shame exists only to the extent that our physiques don't match our own beliefs about how we should look.

If you're a bit spongy, vulnerable to the unsettling energy of others, count yourself lucky. You've been given an incentive to armor up, to consciously screen out the ubiquitous stresses that afflict humanity.

I want you to be supervised, all day every day, by people who forgive your errors and believe in your destiny.

Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld.

I am free, and always have been; free to accept my own reality, free to trust my perceptions, free to believe what makes me feel sane even if others call me crazy, free to disagree even if it means great loss, free to seek the way home until I find it.

Don't expect the future to look like the past. Clear away expectations, and let yourself picture a wild, grand new world.

I now believe that bêtes noires usually attack because we're thwarting our own destinies. Calming the beast turns us toward our best lives.