Time itself made all things rare.
The experience of giving birth itself made me feel more womanly.
Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend?
One of the things about being raised British in Africa is that you get this double whammy of toughness. The continent in place itself made you quite tough. And then you've got this British mother whose entire being rejects 'coddling' in case it makes you too soft. So there's absolutely nothing standing between you and a fairly rough experience.
Let the blacksmith wear the chains he has himself made.
I'm a self-made woman. I've never compromised myself.
No one can rightly call his garden his own unless he himself made it.
I'm a Self-made Woman in Every Sense of the Word
Man is emphatically self-made.
Opportunity is important but exertion is indispensable.
