Memories, sprang up in the most unusual ways, happy little gifts – as long as you didn’t let the sadness creep in.

In spite of everything, I still didn’t miss high school. The real world, even with all its problems, suited me just fine.

One thing about stern teachers is that if you ever actually get a compliment out of them, it truly means something.

When you look at a person’s eyes or her smile, you can’t tell how much she weighs.

It’s amazing when you think about it, all the possibilities, the things that might happen in this brief life if you’re brave enough to try.

Those who’ve known great sadness have a better appreciation for happiness. Those who’ve seen death know the value of life.

For a while children live under their mother’s skin. Then one day in the future, the mother lives under the child’s.

Memories, sprang up in the most unusual ways, happy little gifts—as long as you didn’t let the sadness creep in.

Heat prickled my cheeks. My palms went clammy. Love is a lot like food poisoning.

Emily Dickinson , in my opinion, is the perfect (although admittedly slightly cliche) poet for lonely fat girls.