I’m not like every other woman. There are things about me that makes me unique. I used to run away from that reality. I thought what made me different made me somehow damaged goods. 

Then, I had an epiphany: those things that made me different are the things I should celebrate.

Yeah, I have quirks, but they’re my quirks . . . and they’re a part of what makes me the woman that I am. I accept them, I embrace them and I will celebrate them every day.