I play dumb like Jessica Simpson plays dumb. But we know exactly what we’re doing. We’re smart blondes.
I’m not, like, that smart.
I’m an animal activist. Many people say that I’m a hypocrite, because I eat burgers and stuff like that but I won’t wear fur. But I’m not a hypocrite. I just only wear fake fur.
I used to act dumb. That act is no longer cute. Now, I would like to make a difference God has given me this new chance.
Don’t waste energy living a life someone else designed for you. Life is one per customer. Let them do theirs. You do yours.
Some friendships just have their seasons, and that’s ok.
Here’s what I believe: Your reality is totally up for grabs; if you don’t create your own life, someone else will create something based on their own agenda and project that on you. Don’t let them do it, my loves. Don’t let them tell you that their something is bigger than your everything.
When you endure horror day after day, month after month, it becomes normalized. I built high stone walls around my heart – walls that no one could break through or climb over for more than twenty years. My MO was to not think about it, not talk about it. Don’t feed the beast. Don’t give it any oxygen. It’ll go away. For a long time, I made that work, but every now and then, some random thing would trigger a flood of memory and anxiety and crush my soul all over again.
Know your worth, girls. You’re not lucky to be at the party; the party is lucky to have you. Apply as needed to relationships, jobs, and family.
True sophistication is the ability to fit in anywhere, because you have a broad understanding of and respect for all kinds of people.
The people who hurt you don’t get the last word. You get to tell the story of you, and “your story has more power than you can imagine.
It’s humbling to be reminded that no matter how big your life is, you are still a speck of dust that can be swept off this earth in half a second.
I’m just saying, grace is available to all of us if we make it available to each other.
Our kryptonite is boredom,” said Dr. Hallowell. “If stimulation doesn’t occur, we create it. We self-medicate with adrenaline.
There is a hierarchy, and these are the rules in my family: If you don’t talk about a thing, it’s not a problem. If you hide how deeply something hurt you, it didn’t happen. If you pretend not to notice how deeply you hurt someone else, you don’t have to feel bad about it.
One priceless bit of advice my great-grandfather fave my grandfather, and my grandfather gave me: “Success is never final. Failure is never fatal.
Trauma often robs a person of the surrounding memories – which is inconvenient, but merciful.
Girl-shaming as a sport and industry needs to be over.
Skin care. Seriously. If you take nothing else from my story, receive this: Skin care is sacred. Most women who did coke back in the 1990s looked beat by the mid-aughts. That was a strong deterrent for me. I won’t say I never tried it, but I wasn’t about to sacrifice my complexion for it. Same with cigarettes. You may as well hit yourself in the face with a shovel.
The rise of selfie culture isn’t about vanity; it’s about women taking back control of our images – and our self-images. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Discuss amongst yourselves.
I felt that lightning bolt you feel when someone speaks a hard truth you’ve always known but never heard anyone say out loud.