Censorship Is The Child Of Fear And

He Doesn't See My Breasts Or My Waist Or My Hips. He Only Sees The Nightmare.

I Breathe In Slowly. Food Is Life. I Exhale, Take Another Breath. Food Is Life.

Sometimes Being An Adult Means Doing The Right Thing, Even If It's Not What You Want.

I Am Not Going To Think About It. It Was Ugly, But It’s Over, And I’m Not Going To Think About It.

Too Much Sun After A Syracuse Winter Does Strange Things To Your Head, Makes You Feel Strong, Even If You Aren't.