We're all shipwrecked on this idea that everything has to be explained.

I accept that today may be imperfect... I accept that I may be as well. What I don't accept is that imperfection should be the crutch I use to excuse myself from participating in joy.

This is my voice. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My experiences with violence in schools still echo throughout my life but standing to face the problem has helped me in immeasurable ways.

Don't tell me you're not beautiful. You're the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.

We come from the mentality, that rarely sees the horror in symmetry or the beauty in non-conformity

That’s what we were told—stand up for yourself. But that’s hard to do if you don’t know who you are.