“I play the “Guess Who’s on a First Date” game. Which ninety-seven-pound girl is eating her weight in pasta, thinking the best way to ensnare a man is by acting like you’re an effortlessly sexy robot who doesn’t sweat, poop,… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“I think, How small my life seemed then. How little I wanted for myself. How little I expected of myself and those who claimed… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“I have that old sinking feeling. I've been overly available, sickeningly sweet and forever enabling all in the name of being 'liked.' I've compromised… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“. . . mixing defensiveness with anger - a wonderful mix, by the way.” — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“Congratulations, Caroline Lang! Your test scores look great and you’ve clearly learned from this experience. We are granting you admission to the next phase… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“This is what it feels like to love someone. The fear that they could be harmed and you'd be helpless keeps you up at… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“There are people out there who have x-ray vision. They can see through my walls, armor and scrims and filters right down to the… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“You talk here about greatness. I just wanted to ask if you could understand what it was we were going for. That there is… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“I naively thought that all I had to do to pull this off was toss my fat history out like trash. I couldn’t make… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“Leah’s intelligence, wit, and level of coolness in a woman who looked like I used to would make her a “fun work colleague” or… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
“So begins the exhausting analysis of the cavalcade of unknowable smiles and cryptic sentences uttered by someone your newly interested in. When everything boils… — Liza Palmer Copy Share Image
