Sometimes I think high school is one long hazy activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.
Laurie Halse AndersonThere is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.
Laurie Halse AndersonTags: self-esteem anorexia
I knew it!" He pumps a fist into the air. "You've fallen in love with me. You want to have my babies. We'll get a team of horses and a covered wagon and we'll journey to South America and raise goats.
Laurie Halse AndersonTags: humor
I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.
Laurie Halse AndersonI am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.
Laurie Halse AndersonTags: self-esteem self-image
Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.
Laurie Halse AndersonFirst thought: It was a dream
Second thought: No it wasn't
Third thought: Crap
Mr Freeman: "Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag." He sticks his finger down his throat. "The next time you work on your trees, don't think about trees. Think about love, or hate, or joy, or pain- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat, or your toes curl. Focus on that feeling.
When people don't express themselves, they die on piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside- walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a mack truck to come along and finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know.
The only number that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis is love. I finally get it.
Laurie Halse AndersonTags: anorexia
I shake my head. I pick up the rake and start making the dead-leaf pile neater. A blister pops and stains the rake handle like a tear. Dad nods and walks to the Jeep, keys jangling in his fingers. A mockingbird lands on a low oak branch and scolds me. I rake the leaves out of my throat.
Me: "Can you buy some seeds? Flower seeds?
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