Write Yourself A Permission Slip

With Me Being In So Many Pain From When You Have A Betrayal From Your Best Friend - Who Was My Husband - And The Girl Got Pregnant, I Couldn't Even Get Out Of Bed. The Only Thing That Saved Me Was My Stand-up. I Would Get On Stage And Just Talk About Stuff, And I Made People Laugh. A Lot Of Women E-mail Me And Say, 'how Do You Smile? How Do You Laugh At Something Like This?' That's How I Do It. I Laugh Because That's How I Get Through Pain.

Black People Don't Talk About Diabetes That Much. I Never Knew Anything. I Thought Everyone Had An Uncle With A Leg Cut Off!

Go To A Wig Store With Your Girlfriends, Never By Yourself. You Need Someone To Say, 'girl That Looks Good!' You Need Someone To Encourage You To Try Pieces On. Try To Purchase A Wig Close To Your Natural Hair Color As Possible, Don't Come In With Brown Hair And Try To Leave As A Redhead Unless You Are Fine With That!

Realizing That The Majority Of Kids That Get Molested Feel That It Is Their Fault, Along With Shame, Those Kids Have No Idea What To Say Or Do To Try To Report Anything, And Add That With The Lack Of Education, It Is A Complete Recipe For Disaster That Leads To Non-reporting Of Molestation.

If It Wasn't For My Trainer - Who Comes Looking For Me Three Times A Week Before 7 A.m. - I Wouldn't Get My Butt Out Of Bed And Into The Gym. There Are Many Mornings When I Think About Faking A Sprained Ankle, But I Just Put It Out Of My Head And Make Myself Go.