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

One of the reasons I’ve never done intensive psychotherapy or any of that stuff is that if there’s anything in me that needs fixing, I want to know that I can rely on my own intuition to fix it.

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!

When I wake up in the morning, I feel like any other insecure 24-year-old girl. Then I say,’Bitch, you’re Lady Gaga, you get up and walk the walk today.

I get a bit insecure if I feel like there’s too much makeup on my face or if I feel like I’m cakey.

Insecurity cuts deeper and extends more widely than bare unemployment. Fear of loss of work, dread of the oncoming of old age, create anxiety and eat into self-respect in a way that impairs personal dignity.

Find yourself a friend who asks about your dreams and aspirations, your fears and insecurities.

Don’t change who you are just to fit the insecurities of others.

These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.

I do not know how to love gently. Devour me completely leaving no insecurities behind. Let me taste every drop of your devotion. Lets run like the wolves and never let go.

It’s only the insecure people quick to call you cocky, they just fear your confidence.