I Don't Try To Make Anybody Outside

On Many Days, Harder Than The Act Of Making The Art Itself Is The Act Of Sharing It And Living In A Culture That You Know Is Built To Tear You Down.

I Wanted To Feel Like I Could Extend Someone Else's Joy And Not Crush It, And That Is The Giant Paradox Nowadays Of Being A Powerful Woman: You Want To Live In A Space Of Compassion And Helpfulness And Joy And Expression, And The World Is Standing There, Pointing The Finger At You And Telling You That You're Greedy And Domineering And Attention-grabbing, And All You Can Do Is Shrug And Just Say, "hopefully, Someone Out There Understands And Isn't Misinterpreting."

Everyone I Know Shares Toothbrushes. Everyone I Know Sleeps On Each Other's Floor. Everyone I Know Uses What They've Got And Shares What They've Got.

You're Not Going To Be Perfect, You're Not Going To Stop Berating Yourself, You're Not Going To Stop The Comparisons, You're Not Going To Stop The Judgment, But You Can Become Evermore Mindful Of It, And That Has To Be Good Enough.

When You Trust People To Help You, They Often Do.