“‘Why are we here?’ I inquired of my body, spirit, and soul. ‘Here to do whatever feels good.’ Said the first. ‘Here to do what feels good.’ Said the second. ‘Here to choose.’ Said the third. ‘Between both.’”

Never give a human the job of making you happy. Some days, they might call you sick. Other days they might call quit.

I have felt warmth in lies, and coldness in truth. This is how I know that morality, transcends the physicality of temperatures.

Fear, is a curtain telling you she’s a door walkthrough.

It is the silliness of youth to trust time.

I used to believe that living is doing, moving, getting. But, there is life in staying still. A bird is a bird even when she isn’t flying.

No, I’m not one to go in pursuit of happiness. It is common knowledge, is it not? That what is chased after will run.

We were purple, one day, we felt whole the next day split apart into red and blue.

What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.

A problem ignored, has two outcomes. The illusion that it is gone, and the reality of one problem becoming more.

Be careful out there; I hear humans get killed for wearing the wrong skin.

Every human carries a heavy past. But the good thing about what can be carried, is that it can also be put down.

I have seen humans call for “change” only to bid her go home, and return on a more convenient date.

You were fully clothed in lies, I was naked in truth. Still, when morning came It was I who survived the cold.

There is no such thing as ‘little’ acts of kindness. Every kind act, is grand powerful. Meant to take up space.

I have seen men, choose violence time after time. And in turn, I have seen violence choose them.

“No” is such a controversial word. Clear, resounding when uttered by men. By women, Low, muffled. Sounds like “yes.”

A couple of times a day I sit quietly and visualize my body fighting the AIDS virus. It’s the same as me sitting and seeing myself hit the perfect serve. I did that often when I was an athlete.

It’s my body and if I want to do it like Michael Jackson, I will. My nose bothered me for a long time. Now it’s smaller and I’m happy. If I wanna put my tits on my back, they’re mine!

My smile is my favorite part of my body. I think a smile can make your whole body. I want women to know that it’s ok. That you can be whatever size you are and be beautiful inside and out.

Obviously, matches and all that stuff takes its toll on your body and so forth. But as you get sort of a bit older, a bit wiser, and a bit more experienced, you know also how to handle it.

I’m the female equivalent of a counterfeit $20 bill. Half of what you see is a pretty good reproduction, the rest is a fraud.

It’s amazing that I can inspire little kids to know that you can be short or tall, and your body type doesn’t matter because you can do anything.

She loathes her body but covers it in sequins. Attempts at self-love.

Your body is not your art – it’s your paintbrush. Whether your paintbrush is a tall paintbrush or a thin paintbrush or a stocky paintbrush or a scratched up paintbrush is completely irrelevant.