Glass ceilings can't stop me.Glass slippers don't interest me.Glass mirrors don't define me.I decide who I willor I will not be.And I choose to beunbreakableuntakeableunshakeableme.

I rise. Again. And again. Not as the morning birdwhose song springsto sudden glorious lifeat the dawning of the light,but as the sun who touches the horizonwith tender fingertipsbefore reaching open arms across the skyto embrace another dayto weather the stormsto stand tall and breathe fireand then to descend into restuntil it's time to rise again. And againI rise.

Don't make yourself small.Not for anyone.If someone tells you you're too much...too loud, too sensitive, too fierce, too caring, too intellectual, too optimistic, too realistic, too logical, too emotional...just smile and move on, my friend.Clearly, they aren't enough for you.

The world told you that you had to hide your pain,to be small and quiet,so you wouldn't rock the boat.And you believed.Then one day you saw the silent pain in the eyesof a small and quiet girl in a boat boundfor nowhere.And a warrior awoke.You freed the girl from the silent shacklesand told her that her story mattered,to tell it deep and wide and loud,to set the boat ablaze with every fierce and fiery wordso all the world could hearand heal.And you believed.