My Scar Is Beautiful. It Looks Like

I Had A Mastectomy In 1998, And Then Chemo.

I Had Some Dreams, They Were Clouds In My Coffee.

I Always Sang Standards Because The Songs I Wrote For Myself Weren't As Easy To Sing.

Worrying Too Much About Other People's Ears And Not My Own, I Lost My Way.

We Change Our Opinions Of Ourselves So Often. What The Outside World Thinks Is Only A Small Part Of Our Image.