iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

You don't know, but I'm noticing.

Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?

I am starting to get tired of relying on words. They are full of meaning, yes, but they lack sensation. Writing to her is not the same as seeing her face as she listens. hearing back from her is not the same as hearing her voice. I have always been grateful for technology, but now it feels as if there's a little hitch of separation woven into any digital interaction. I want to be there, and this scares me. All my usual disconnected comforts are bieng taken away, now that I see the greater comfort of presence.