Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

by V.E. Schwab

Nothing fits, even if it’s fitted, because it’s not really about the size of the body or how it fills the clothes, but how much space it takes up in the world.

Alice gets it now. Why her sister was always breaking things. Because rage shatters out, not in.

“The world will try to make you small. It will tell you to be modest, and meek. But the world is wrong. You should get to feel and love and live as boldly as you want.”