“I have never in my life been more eager to welcome change. Surviving a transition of this magnitude feels powerful.”

I know my truths. I know exactly why I am the way I am and I’m secure with it. There’s not a single soul that can ever shame or guilt trip me into making me feel and think otherwise.

I have found that confiding in someone who loves you unconditionally to be extremely healing. A safe place to share and release.

There’s shift happening. You are moving through something; which explains why you have been slower and more withdrawn than usual.

Stop giving anger power in your life.

I want virtue, honesty, love and compassion. From myself and for myself.

Here to remind you that slow healing is still healing. Don’t be too hard on yourself.

Strong woman still need their hands held.

The older I get, the less I care for superficial joys and cheap displays of nothingness. If it’s not meaningful and of substance, I don’t want it.

It’s really me vs me. Everything else is just unwarranted noise.

There is no shame in having a mental illness. Where you fall short is not a direct reflection of who you are.

I don’t know who needs to hear this right now but forgive yourself.

Getting so deep in the process of creating the life I want for myself, so I’m turning out anything/ anyone that doesn’t align with my vision.

I’ll never get tired of asking god to guide me.

I truly believe every unfortunate experience holds within it a blessing of some kind.

Self Love really is the only rule. All the other forms of love are just manifestations of it.

I am more interested in the woman I aspire to be, as opposed to the things I desire to have. By the time I am her, I’ll already have everything she could possibly want and need.

Don’t let them make you feel as if you are ordinary.

Tell these girls they don’t need men to feel like woman.

Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.

Riding a race bike is an art – a thing that you do because you feel something inside.

It’s weird because whenever we’re together heaven feels real to me.

My mom keeps khabar of everything, so I don’t feel lonely.

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

I feel that modelling has groomed my personality and made me a confident person, but even today, when I go on the ramp, I get nervous. I am more comfortable being in front of the camera than walking on the ramp.