Quotes by Steven Levenkron

From the newsstands a dozen models smiled up at her from a dozen magazine covers, smiled in thin-faced, high-cheekboned agreement to Kessas new discovery. They knew the secret too. They knew thin was good, thin was strong; thin was safe.

Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side of her stomach. I love bones. Bones are beautiful.

Well, Kessa, I am glad to see that youre taking your body seriously. I shudder when I see the girls leaving class and heading for the nearest hamburger, coke, and French fry station.The thought of them pouring all those dead calories into themselves makes me want to cry. Youd think after a rigorous dance class theyd have more respect for their bodies.

Kessa began to cut her meat into tiny pieces. As a whole it was unmanageable, frightening; but divided and arranged, the meat could be controlled. She cut four pieces. Shed count to four between each bite.

Fat bitch, Kessa murmured as the door scraped closed behind Mrs. Stone.She meant well, Francesca. And you see, everyone thinks youre too thin.Since when is Mrs. Stone an authority on appearance. Ive heard you say a thousand times that she looks like an old hooker.I never said anything of the sort. What I said was that she wears too much makeup and her clothes are indiscreet.Which means she looks like an old hooker. Well, if thats the way a woman is supposed to look, Id rather be too skinny. Kessa felt a flash of pleasure at the argument. Just let her mother try to push food into her now.