As many times as I told her she was beautiful, I know that she never believed me. As many times as I said it didn’t matter, I knew that to her it did.
Jennifer WeinerSo here I am. Twenty-eight years old, with thirty looming on the horizon. Drunk. Fat. Alone. Unloved. And, worst of all, a cliche, Ally McBeal and Bridget Jones put together, which was probably about how much I weighed.
Jennifer WeinerI'm going to continue writing. I'll always be a storyteller. But I'm also taking time to enjoy my life.
Jennifer WeinerI think there are a lot of books about thin, attractive people having thin, attractive people's problems. I'm better set up to tell a different story.
Jennifer Weiner