Don't expect to make a difference unless you speak up for yourself.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life.

Memory cuts both ways; it can either provide you with tremendous strength and a foundation to carry you through your life, or it can be a demon that just ruins your present and your future because you can’t let go of the past.

I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

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.

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

They mean hot like 'I'm too good for you I got my own money don't be frontin' me.' You're more like 'Be my boyfriend I'll make you cookies come meet my dad ' know what I mean