Say Anything.

"Fasting is, I think, a profoundly instinctive form of appeal,

I'm sure I believed, in some inarticulate way, that if I ate little enough for long enough Happiness would be given back to me,

I'm not sure why this, out of all the possibilities, should be my most closely guarded secret,

I think the truth is this:

I have always wondered whether this was the reason I was left behind,

Because I was fat.

Because I couldn't run fast enough. Awkward and shattered,

I think about that sly, flickering line between being spared and being rejected,

I think of the ancient gods who demanded that their sacrifices be fearless and without blemish, and I wonder, whether they decided that I wasn't good enough."

I just want them to know that they didn't break me.