Let me tell you something - being thought of as a beautiful woman has spared me nothing in life. No heartache no trouble. Love has been difficult. Beauty is essentially meaningless and it is always transitory.

I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.

No one else can take risks for us or face our losses on our behalf or give us self-esteem. No one can spare us from life's slings and arrows and when death comes we meet it alone.