I definitely feel more complete than before. There’s a void you have when you don’t feel you’ve found the other part of who you are, so I’m in a different place now and that’s nice to experience.
There’s an answer, if you reach into your soul, and the sorrow that you know will melt away.
It’s hard to be someone that people talk about and write about, you know? They don’t know me.
I really haven’t paid attention to Madonna since about like 7th or 8th grade when she used to be popular.
I don’t think anyone knows as much about what’s right for me as I do.
I started writing poetry when I was six. I had this teacher who didn’t believe the poems I’d bring in were mine because they were dark and sad. But I wrote about what I experienced in my childhood.
I understand people want to hold on to their roots.
She smiles through a thousand tears, and harbors adolescent fears. She dreams of all that she can never be, she wades in insecurity.
I’m very hard on myself and I have too many issues.
Since having the babies, I realize that 90 percent of losing weight is my diet.
Apparently I don’t do stairs, I won’t walk on carpet and I refuse to walk on grass. How do I do to get around, hover?
I’m so thankful that I’ve received The answer that heaven has sent down to me You treated me kind Sweet destiny And I’ll be eternally grateful.
Sometimes it’s tough because I’ve got to sleep 15 hours to sing the way I want to. It’s not easy because my vocal chords are different than most people’s.
There’s a hero if you look inside your heart. You don’t have to be afraid of what you are.
Sipping Bailey’s Cream by the stereo, trying to find relief on the radio. I’m suppressing the tears.
I don’t go out much. I’m also not promiscuous. If I went out with everyone the press said I did, I’d never have time to write or sing.
Once I was a prisoner lost inside myself with the world surrounding me, wandering through the misery, but now I am free. Free to love, free to laugh, free to soar, free to shine, free to give.
You really just want to know that somebody loves you for you. Sometimes you feel like an ATM machine with a wig on it.
We’ve been expected to be perfect but we aren’t. We’re still human.
My heart has never been broken, I’ve never broken anyone else’s.