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“Jack hit the floor and fired off push-ups until he thought he'd pass out. The spinning behind his eyes felt good. He'd gotten by with a half grapefruit (35 calories) at breakfast, because his mom was such an emotional wreck before driving him to the hospital. She didn't argue over the half cup of oatmeal (110 calories), which he dumped in the sink before polishing off the last of his red M&Ms, his go-to food when life got sucky.”
― Skin and Bones
― Skin and Bones
“Jack unpacked sweatshirts, sweatpants, thick athletic socks. He wore them to encourage his body to reach a temperature hot enough to melt solids. No matter what anyone said, sweat was nothing but liquid fat. That's why it smelled like rancid bacon grease. As conundrums go, sweat was also his most private and trusted confidant.”
― Skin and Bones
― Skin and Bones
“Explain this," Sarah said. "Anorexics think they're fat, right? Then why don't the rest of us think we're skinny?"
Lard snorted. "Cosmic injustice."
Alice looked up from braiding her hair. "Don't believe everything you think."
"I once had a shrink give me a piece of string and ask me to guess the size of my waist," Nicole said. "Then she measured me. I'd guessed my middle was fifteen inches smaller than it was."
"Does anyone really have a healthy body image?"
"Or whole society is distorted," Nicole replied.”
―
Lard snorted. "Cosmic injustice."
Alice looked up from braiding her hair. "Don't believe everything you think."
"I once had a shrink give me a piece of string and ask me to guess the size of my waist," Nicole said. "Then she measured me. I'd guessed my middle was fifteen inches smaller than it was."
"Does anyone really have a healthy body image?"
"Or whole society is distorted," Nicole replied.”
―
“Give me your hand," Alice said, barely a whisper.
Bones held out his hand tentatively. She took it and placed it on her heart over her left breast. So small. So delicate. She didn't move. He didn't move. Alice was his life. How could he make her his eternal?
"Kiss me," she said.
Bones let his hand linger, and then slowly slip away, not wanting her to think he was greedy. He touched her cheek, careful not to poke her in the eye. He wasn't sure what to do with his other hand, so he put it in his pocket. Classic move.
He felt stupid for worrying about his breath, knowing it was gross from the wine--and he worried Alice was about to find out how little he knew about kissing--and he wondered if she had condoms in the bag--and imagined himself unrolling one, all suave-like--and realized he was wasting the most amazing moment of his life--and wished his brain would just shut the fuck up.
Alice leaned forward. "Now."
Bones shuddered. "Okay.”
― Skin and Bones
Bones held out his hand tentatively. She took it and placed it on her heart over her left breast. So small. So delicate. She didn't move. He didn't move. Alice was his life. How could he make her his eternal?
"Kiss me," she said.
Bones let his hand linger, and then slowly slip away, not wanting her to think he was greedy. He touched her cheek, careful not to poke her in the eye. He wasn't sure what to do with his other hand, so he put it in his pocket. Classic move.
He felt stupid for worrying about his breath, knowing it was gross from the wine--and he worried Alice was about to find out how little he knew about kissing--and he wondered if she had condoms in the bag--and imagined himself unrolling one, all suave-like--and realized he was wasting the most amazing moment of his life--and wished his brain would just shut the fuck up.
Alice leaned forward. "Now."
Bones shuddered. "Okay.”
― Skin and Bones
“Alice's dinner consisted of one-half cup medium-grain white rice (120 calories), four spears of asparagus (20 calories), and a pat of butter (40 calories). Bones watched as she used her index finger to smear the butter on an asparagus spear. Then she sucked her middle finger, pretending to remove the excess butter. The buttered finger scratched an ankle, and the calories disappeared into her leg warmer.
"Tricky," he said under his breath.
She smiled. "Just good technique.”
― Skin and Bones
"Tricky," he said under his breath.
She smiled. "Just good technique.”
― Skin and Bones
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