I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common woman with (not so) common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I’ve succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I have loved my art and other people’s art with all my heart and soul, I have been living my passions, and I have been chasing my dreams, and to me, these have always been enough.
I am also just a girl, standing in front of strangers, asking them to love themselves more.
(Hats off to The Notebook and Notting Hill)