Sei la ragazza più intelligente che abbia mai conosciuto, la più spiritosa, e mi stupisci in tutto quello che fai. Vorrei poterti dire che sono queste le ragioni per cui mi piaci, perché questo proverebbe che sono un essere umano evoluto... Invece credo che c'entri anche il fatto che hai i capelli rossi e le mani morbide.. e che profumi come una torta di compleanno fatta in casa.
Rainbow RowellTags: love romance italian teenagers lovestory
I'd always assumed Beth and I would be friends forever. But then in middle of the eighth grade, the Goldbergs went through the World's Nastiest Divorce.
Beth went a little nuts.
I don't blame her. When her dad got involved with this twenty-one year old dental hygienist, Beth got involved with the junk food aisle at the grocery store. She carried processed snack cakes the way toddlers carry teddy bears. She gained, like, twenty pounds, but I didn't think it was a big deal. I figured she'd get back to her usual weight once the shock wore off.
Unfortunately, I wasn't the only person who noticed.
May 14 was 'Fun and Fit Day" at Surry Middle School, so the gym was full of booths set up by local health clubs and doctors and dentists and sports leagues, all trying to entice us to not end up as couch potatoes. That part was fine. What wasn't fine was when the whole school sat down to watch the eighth-grade cheerleaders' program on physical fitness.
Tags: bullying divorce teenagers obesity fat middle-school cheerleaders shaming weight-gain fat-shaming weight-shaming
Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.
Shannon A. ThompsonTags: growing-up childhood adulthood maturity coming-of-age teenagers teenager teen
It's one of these juvenile therapy scams,” he went on, sprinkling a pinch of the Golden Virginia tobacco along the rolling paper. “They advertise help for your troubled teen by staring at the stars and singing ‘Kumbaya’. Instead, it’s a bunch of bearded nutjobs left in charge of some of the craziest kids I’ve ever seen in my life—bulimics, nymphos, cutters trying to saw their wrists with the plastic spoons from lunch. You wouldn’t believe the shit that went on.” He shook his head. “Most of the kids had been so mentally screwed by their parents they needed more than twelve weeks of wilderness. They needed reincarnation. To die and just come back as a grasshopper, as a fucking weed. That’d be preferable to the agony they were in just by being alive.
Marisha PesslTags: life death suicide depression teenagers mental-health
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