It's easier to write about pain than about joy. Joy is wordless.

We are so scared of being judged that we look for every excuse to procrastinate.

Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.

Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

Keeping a journal implies hope.

In a way women are fleshier because of estrogen. It's hard for us to lose weight because when we get super skinny we don't ovulate. Women in camps during the Holocaust didn't menstruate and didn't ovulate. They were starving; they were terrified. Why emulate that condition? It's nonsensical to me.

Great loves have legs and wings. They are substantial. They do not dissapate so easily... Great loves have staying power. Or so I told myself.