This camp is a forge for the army; it's testing our mettle. Instead of heat and hammer, our trials are cold and hunger. Question is, what are we made of?

I'm learning how to taste everything.

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

You must walk alone to find your soul.

I wish America would stop judging and criticizing teens and instead, try to understand the battles they have to fight every day.

I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.