I rise early that morning and dress in green and brown, my skirst the same colour as the forest floor. I include a cap copied from one of the duchess’s, but set farther back from my face. She may be a bitch, but she does have style.
Take good care of your final word. If your final say will hunt you in day’s ahead, then hold back the words, and let silence speak.
Gain fame, and the paparazzi or media waits and watches for them to slip, just to shame their name.
Your reputation has no duplicate. You are one till the end of time. Once it is damaged, a fresh personality cannot spring from the old one.
I will no longer be judged by the standards of others. I will judge myself. I will not live by someone else’s rules. I will make my own.