Im Extremely Honest, And I Pride Myself

If I Make A Fool Of Myself, Who Cares? I'm Not Frightened By Anyone's Perception Of Me.

At The End Of The Day I'm Gonna Be Dead One Day, And What People Say About Me Is Going What I Accomplished And What I Did In My Life And How My Children Are. And I Don't Think It's Gonna Be What Was Printed In The Tabloids This Year.

To Be Put Simply Refugees Are Us. And Their Mothers Are Like Us, They Love Their Children The Same, They Laugh, They Dream, And They Are Survivors, They Are Amazing.

If You Can Imagine The Area And The Land In Cambodia, I Mean There Are Hardly Any Roads In Big Parts Of The Country. The Roads They Have, In The Rainy Season, Become Just Mud. So, If You’re Somebody That Has Just One Leg, Or Blind With No Arms And You Have Children And You’re Trying To Work, And Earn Some Money, And Take Care Of Your Home, It’s Hard Enough To Be A Parent And Do All Of That Normally.

I Don't See Myself As Beautiful, Because I Can See A Lot Of Flaws. People Have Really Odd Opinions. They Tell Me I'm Skinny, As If That's Supposed To Make Me Happy.