Quote by Amanda Howells

“She was a thin, sickly, bony child, like an eft, with fine hair like sunlit smoke.”

— A.S. Byatt

“She felt a swollen green sac of poison pulsing somewhere inside her -- bitter stuff, hateful as hemlock. She was afraid that if that…

— Stephen King

“She felt a lump form in her throat, and she swallowed hard. She wouldn't have this-the swollen ankles and pink cheeks and the feel…

— Sarah Pekkanen

“She didn't usually mind being just a bit in over her head. She generally flailed like a becalmed ship, irritable and purposeless and panicked,…

— Julie Anne Long

“sick. Nothing she did mattered, because whenever anyone looked at her, all they saw was her fat.”

— Sarah Pekkanen

“I watched as she stretched over the board to flick off a fallen leaf. Underneath her thin cotton shell, I saw how fragile the…

— Connie May Fowler

“What a laugh she had!--just like a thrush singing. And how pretty she had been in her cotton dresses and her large hats! She…

— Oscar Wilde

“She was grossly overweight, though I could tell from her refined features that she may have been quite pretty in a younger, leaner life.”

— Patricia Cornwell

“She wasn't much over five feet and a hundred pounds, and she looked a little scrawny around the neck and ankles. But that was…

— Jim Thompson

“Just when she’d got her head on straight, her body started falling apart.”

— Jeffrey Eugenides

“I didn't even know what it was about her. She wasn't a classic beauty, and gods knew, in the past, that was about all…

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Her body was heavy and tired, and she thought, I can't carry myself another step into this life.”

— Josephine Humphreys