I think the good Lord is a Yankee.
Not to be vain, but I have nice long legs, so I like to accentuate them. Find what part of your body you love most - it can be your arms, your chest, your legs - and emphasize that.
I'm proud of my body. My body weight will always be something I'll struggle with for the rest of my life, but I'm finally in a good place and learning to love me for me, and not somebody else's standards.
Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Never allow anyone to take YOUR spirit away from you.
My father raised us like … we were not allowed to see people in any sort of colors, but also we were not allowed to call people fat. If ever we were to say, ‘Oh that fat person, or this person,’ he would make us put a bar of soap in our mouth and count to 10. We weren’t allowed to look at people like that.
It just sucks when you’ve given so much and you realize it still wasn't good enough for someone.
I just find it crazy what people will critique you on, and you have to take it with a grain of salt. I could be curing cancer, and I would be shunned for it. I mean, that's just the truth. People are crazy, but I like to say for every hater I have 100 people that love me and they think it's motivational, so I try to focus on that. But it's sometimes hard, you know?
My mother's mother is Jewish and African, so I guess that would be considered Creole. My mother's father was Cherokee Indian and something else. My dad's mother's Puerto Rican and black, and his father was from Barbados.
The degree to which you resist is the degree to which you are free.
She had not really a sensitive soul, but to put it in exact terms, was possessed by an uncontrollable feeling of mind
Amongst so many borrowed things, am glad if I can steal one, disguising and altering it for some new service.