I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.“ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.

I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

It is my first morning of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache.

be aggressive, BE-BE Aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E

Revision means throwing out the boring crap and making what’s left sound natural.

I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.