I’m grateful I had the strength to fight. It takes courage to believe the best is yet to come, especially when you are flat on your back and don’t know if you’re going to see tomorrow. I’m no Pollyanna, but I believe optimism is a choice — a muscle that gets stronger with use. Right foot, left foot…just keep moving.

It's about focusing on the fight and not the fright.

My mama told me in college, 'I love you, and you're God's child, but natural beauty will only take you so far.'

Being optimistic is like a muscle that gets stronger with use. Makes it easier when the tough times arrive. You have to change the way you think in order to change the way you feel.

I have never been happier or healthier than I am right now.

When my mother makes out her income tax return every year, under occupation she writes, eroding my daughter's self-esteem.

Oh well, the truth hurts, doesn't it?