I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?
I still want Oprah to play my best friend. I want to spend time with Oprah.
Now every girl is expected to have: Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.
If you ever start to feel good about yourself. . . . . . . they have this thing called the internet.
And I can see Russia from my house.
Why are my arms so weak? It's like I did that push-up last year for nothing!
Whatever the problem, be part of the solution. Don’t just sit around raising questions and pointing out obstacles.
One of the greatest obstacles to escaping poverty is the staggering cost of higher education.
I don't yell back at my mother. When I'm angry or scared or upset, I don't yell. I stay quiet. I've seen how she is, how she would get with Kent and with me and with other people, life if someone at the pharmacy got in the wrong line or asked too long a question, or if someone on the bus accidentally bumped her. I've watched her my whole life, the way people react to her. It doesn't actually help you get what you want, yelling and being like that. It only makes people think bad of you.
The grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down.
Broken by hardships, disappointments and tragedy, people can become discouraged and cynical. But lives can also be mended. Put back together well, they won't be just like they were before. Damaged pieces reassembled with a golden bonding of patience and love will help form a person into an exquisite masterpiece. It is as if people have to be broken before they can become whole and complete.