I knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.

I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

I never defended myself. Not once. I never said, "Excuse me? What gives you the right to insult and demean me?" I let them steal my dignity.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.