Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.

There is no safer. There’s not even safe, never has been.

You hurt her by starving yourself, you hurt her with your lies, and by fighting everybody who tries to help you. Emma can only sleep a couple of hours a night now. She's haunted by nightmares of monsters that eat our whole family. They eat us slowly, she says, so we can feel their sharp teeth.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

I just thought of a great theory that explains everything. When I went to that party, I was abducted by aliens. They have created a fake Earth and fake high school to study me and my reactions. This certainly explains cafeteria food.