“I am insecure. If you ask me, everybody is.”

I was a wayward child, very passionate and very determined. If I made up my mind to do something, there was no stopping me.

I wouldn’t dream of working on something that didn’t make my gut rumble and my heart want to explode.

Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.

My husband is not a jealous person in any way.

I kept on going and I overcame my fears and got over my insecurities.

Femininity for me means happiness and freedom, freedom of being who you are in whatever shape or size you come in.

You can’t be a proper writer without a touch of madness, can you?

The retouching is excessive. I do not look like that and more importantly, I don’t desire to look like that.

I suffered from ‘No one will ever fancy me!’ syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.

There’s more to life than cheek bones.

It doesn’t make any sense that’s why I trust it!

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don’t mind being completely insane.

You know why I fear people’s judgment? Because I know they’re judging. I know they are.

As a woman, especially when you have children, one gets so good at soldiering on – almost too good.

You’re supposed to be the leading lady in your own life, for Gods sake!

A lot of the girls were awful, very catty. It was a competitive environment that I didn’t like. You have no idea of the anorexia I saw around me.

Our insecurities are our disabilities, and I struggle with those as does everyone.

People presume my disability has to do with being an amputee, but that’s not the case.

In the end, I think, the state’s rigidity is a function of its own insecurity, its indecisiveness.

My angst and my insecurity reflect the state’s angst and insecurity. The state is scared too.

The door to God is the insecurity of not knowing anything. Bear the grace of that uncertainty and all wisdom will be yours.

Don’t let insecurity ruin the beauty you were born with.

The 1990s were also when a bunch of the soft-shoe language for race, gender, and class became paramount.

Because before that I wasn’t thinking about systems or food insecurity or whatever.