What happens when perfection isn't good enough?
Sooner or later usually means too late
Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.
Perhaps it's worth saying again: One reader's discomfort should never stand in the way of another reader's survival.
Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.
High school wasn't a trial by fire or some ordeal that had to be survived. It was all a big joke. You just had to provide the laugh track.