Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.

I met my father for the first time when I was 28 years old. I made up my mind that when I had children, my children were going to know who their father was.

Boys laugh at what they put girls through - but they won't be laughing when - they're wiping tears off their daughters face for the same reason.

If you're absent during my struggle, don't expect to be present during my success.

I know who I am, I know what I believe, that's all I need to know. From there, you do what you need to do.

Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.

I'd rather live my life knowing that I'm not perfect than spend my whole life pretending to be.