I come from a long line of make-or-breakers, and for that I am thankful.
When strangers say hello to me, I greet them back, just as my mother taught me.
When I try, I sometimes succeed, and
I sometimes fail, but I breathe an innocent breath,
Knowing that I did my best.
I have a thousand stories to tell, stories you may not believe.
I have standards. I have feelings.
I have emotions. I have a heart.
I can hurt.
When I sleep at night, I dream of the real and fantasy.
When I breathe, I do so thankfully.
When I laugh, I do so joyously.
I have a past. I have a future.
I have beliefs. I have morals.
I  have opinions, and I have rights, and
I understand that those two things are not always interchangeable.

I am a proud, intelligent woman.
I am a caring, understanding woman.
I am a wise, hopeful woman.

I know how to nurture, and how to be nurtured in return.
I am honest, my heart is as pure as possible.
I mean no harm.

I will die someday and let my epitaph be such: that if I ever hurt a soul on Earth, it was done so unknowingly, for if I had known, I’d have rather died a much sooner death.

I understand that love is the greatest universal power there is, and that is my religion.