"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I’ve made fun of her, calling her names—so many names. Fat. Ugly. Worthless...I was ashamed of her, ready to move on and live the rest of my life pretending she didn’t exist."
