![]() Lia's goal is eighty-five pounds, but maybe eighty or seventy-five or seventy might not be bad. She misses Lia and wants her friend to cross the line and join her where it's possible to sleep and eat and not feel pain. She haunts Lia's nights and shows up in unexpected places. And thirty-three times, Lia didn't answer her phone.īut Cassie won't stay in her coffin and won't stay buried. She called Lia thirty-three times the weekend that she died. Her esophagus has ruptured from vomiting too much and too violently. She's living with her father and stepmother pretending to be normal when she learns that her childhood friend, Cassie, has died alone at eighteen in a dingy motel room. ![]() Lia has been in the clinic twice already. Or maybe she needs to use the razor so that she can feel something-anything. Sometimes Lia is sure that all she needs to do is open up the shell of her body so all the bad will just flow out. ![]() If she doesn't stay on top of her food intake every second of every day, she will succumb to her weaknesses, and she will prove to herself and the world just how stupid, ugly, and fat she really is. Lia's life is ruled by numbers: number of bites, number of calories, number of pounds. ![]()
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