6 Quotes by Erin Stewart

Funny how when your secret keeper is gone, all those dreams and conversations vanish, too.

When a wound’s that deep, it’s the healing that hurts.

This is why I don’t need mirrors; I can see my reflection in the eyes of everyone around me. My face always finds me.

Their stares tell me I’m different, sure, but they reveal an even deeper truth: I’m less.

He tells us we're having an assessment quiz and gives a boy in the front row a bunch of papers to hand out to the class. When the boy gets close to me, he hesitates, holding the sheets tentatively, like he's offering a bunny carcass to a rabid dog.

Cora works the lotion into all my cracks and crevices as the familiar medical/old-lady smell of the oily cream fills the room. My beige compression garments slump like snakeskin on my desk. After a year, they seem more me than the purply-pink swirling scars of my actual body.