“Long-buried hope starts to stir. terrified, I push it back down.” — Donna Cooner Hope Copy Share Image
“I loved you when you were three hundred and two pounds, and I love you now." -Rat” — Donna Cooner Ever Copy Share Image
“The library is the only place where I don’t have to try to fit in. It’s effortless.” — Donna Cooner Effortless Copy Share Image
“This isn't the way the fairy-tale is supposed to end. Everyone knows that.” — Donna Cooner Fairy Copy Share Image
“No glass slippers, just a glass heart shattering into a million slivers of regret.” — Donna Cooner Regret Copy Share Image
“The hard thing about waiting is the not knowing how it's going to go. That's what makes me really crazy.” — Donna Cooner Copy Share Image
“It just wasn't fair. God made some people naturally skinny and some people naturally fat. I'd never know how my life would… — Donna Cooner Skinny Copy Share Image
“Guilt sears instantly through my brain, but I don't stop walking away.” — Donna Cooner Guilt Copy Share Image
“I've been avoiding the mirror in the room. I always avoid the mirrors.” — Donna Cooner Mirror Copy Share Image
“But hope is such a fragile flower in the rocky ground of my soul.” — Donna Cooner Flower Copy Share Image
“I feel exposed. The camera is my nemesis. Right up there with mirrors.” — Donna Cooner Exposed Copy Share Image
“It's like being on a tightrope stretched tightly between two skyscrapers - the past and the future.” — Donna Cooner Tightrope Copy Share Image
“I finally understand what it's like to be truly awake, and I never ever want to go back to sleep again.” — Donna Cooner Copy Share Image
“We pass Tinsley's Fried Chicken with the big sign that reads, TRY OUR BIG, JUICY BREASTS.” — Donna Cooner Food Copy Share Image
“Like it's all so fragile and could disappear with just the wrong look or the wrong words.” — Donna Cooner Wrong words Copy Share Image
“I'm always aware of being observed. Always self-conscious. I'm evidently living my life with stage fright.” — Donna Cooner Life Copy Share Image
“There's a point when he realizes the poor thing is so wounded it can no longer be fixed.” — Donna Cooner Wounded Copy Share Image
“The end of the street looks so far away. I want to turn back or at least stop, but my legs keep… — Donna Cooner Shuddering Step Copy Share Image
“At midnight, Cinderella ran away from the ball, leaving behind glass slipper. The doors swing slowly close behind, shutting out the sound… — Donna Cooner Best friend Copy Share Image
