She'd lost two more pounds. A picture of the models she'd cut out of the magazine flashed through Kessa's mind. And the winner is... seventy-three!
Steven LevenkronSelf-mutilation is a frightening barrier that keeps us from seeing a person who is lost, in pain, and in desperate need of help.
Steven LevenkronHow silly people were to eat. They thought they needed food for energy, but they didn't. Energy came from will, from self-control.
Steven LevenkronShe lay on her back and walked her fingers down her ribs, skipped them over her abdomen, and landed on her pelvic bones. She tapped them with her Knuckles. [. . .] I can hear my bones, she thought. Her fingers moved up from her pelvic bones to her waist. The elastic of her underpants barely touched the center of her abdomen. The bridge is almost finished, she thought. The elastic hung loosely around each thigh. More progress. She put her knees together and raised them in the air. No matter how tightly she pressed them together, her thighs did not touch.
Steven Levenkron