Ditch The Dream And Be A Doer.

Ditch The Dream And Be A Doer.

Making It Through The Ceiling To The Other Side Was Simply A Matter Of Running On A Path Created By Every Other Woman's Footprints.

When People Show You Who They Are, Believe Them. I Carry That With Me A Lot. It Has Served Me Well.

There's A Reason I Said I'd Be Happy Alone. It Wasn't 'cause I Thought I'd Be Happy Alone. It Was Because I Thought If I Loved Someone And Then It Fell Apart, I Might Not Make It. It's Easier To Be Alone. Because What If You Learn That You Need Love And Then You Don't Have It? What If You Like It And Lean On It? What If If You Shape Your Life Around It And Then It Falls Apart? Can You Even Survive That Kind Of Pain? Losing Love Is Like Organ Damage. It's Like Dying. The Only Difference Is Death Ends. This, It Could Go On Forever.

This Moment Right Here, Me Standing Up Here All Brown With My Boobs And My Thursday Night Of Network Television Full Of Women Of Color, Competitive Women, Strong Women, Women Who Own Their Bodies And Whose Lives Revolve Around Their Work Instead Of Their Men, Women Who Are Big Dogs, That Could Only Be Happening Right Now.