“Curves on a body are invitations to desire. Embrace them wherever they are.”

I see myself through your eyes and I love what I see. So please never look way.

Hope is a drug that makes fear little quieter.

I asked you where you were my whole life and you told me that you were waiting for me.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.

A fraction of an ounce of kindness from you was enough for me to fall.

The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.

Each Act of kindness is a seat filled at your funeral, a tear dropped upon your death.

A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.

You ask me what is love and I’ll tell you I know not. You ask me if I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I once did. You ask me how I know I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I just know.

You’ve changed. And for that I’m proud. My loyalty is to you always. Not just the person I met.

Lost in a conversation is something I can never feel with you. For I’ve never felt more found than when speaking to you.

I unravel my future as I weave it with my past.

Hundreds of thousands of years of evolutionary training forgotten when I expose that vulnerable flesh to you.

In an age so connected why do I feel so far apart?

When a mother asks for a second child her body forgets the pain of the first. When I give you a second chance my heart is being forgetful.

Show me an example of perfection and I will show you a lie.

Now, if some panic hits me, you have to sort of be friends with your body, it’s like your body will work against you.

When you visualize, then you materialize. If you’ve been there in the mind you’ll go there in the body.

Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined— love me there.

I certainly feel that an adult woman has a right to determine what happens to her life and body.

The butterflies in my stomach were devouring my organs. The feeling wasn’t mutual.

I love my body. I’m very much OK with it. I don’t think artists are ever the ones who have the problem with their weight, it is other people.

She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.

I’m a civic busybody and I’ve been blessed with an active career.