“Jacob: “Let her stare.”Terra: “What?”Jacob: “Yeah most of the starers are just curious. Smile back. That’s what I used to do.”— Justina Chen
“Hey, if it’s a good philosophy, it works. Death is imminent. Live every day like it’s your last.”— Justina Chen
“My confidence was of the hothouse variety, carefully cultivated under highly regulated conditions. One wrong look, one mean comment, and my facade would wither.”— Justina Chen
“From her dubious tone alone, I could see how Karin had no idea how terrifying words spoken quietly could be. How words chosen precisely to wreak maximum damage ticked like a bomb in your head, but exploded in your heart hours later, leaving you scarred and changed.”— Justina Chen
“I preferred my brand of beauty where Norah was more beautiful than any bimbette, and Mom was beautiful whether sized extra-small or extra-large. Where Peony could look at herself in the mirror and murmur, wow, look at me. Just look at me.”— Justina Chen
“What swells inside me is a love so boundless, I am the sunrise and sunset. I am Liberty Bell in the Cascades. I am Beihai Lake. I am every beautiful, truly beautiful, thing I’ve ever seen, captured in my personal Geographia, the atlas of myself.”— Justina Chen
“This is beautiful,” I said, ignoring the shop window to trace the gleaming stone walls fronting another boutique.”You know what’s funny?” Jacob asked. He didn’t wait for my answer. “You can see beauty in everything, except for yourself.”***I swallowed hard. Erik thought my body was beautiful, Karin that it was enviable. At random times, people had noted that my hands were beautiful, or my hair. The Twisted Sisters had called my art beautiful. Mom had the best intentions and always told me before and after my laser surgeries that I would be beautiful. But no one had ever said that I was beautiful, all my parts taken together, not just the bits and pieces.”— Justina Chen
“There must be a few times in life when you stand at a precipice of a decision. When you know there will forever be a Before and an After…I knew there would be no turning back if I designated this moment as my own Prime Meridian from which everything else would be measured.”— Justina Chen
“If art made you think, then this was Art. Staring at the ball, made of layers and layers of cloth, I wondered about the glass marble at its heart. What if you wanted to reach that marble? Make sure it was still whole?You’d have to remove the layers. You’d have to risk breaking the ball for a chance at freeing it. Fear, knowledge, certainty – you’d have to be willing to let them all go.”— Justina Chen
“He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.”— Justina Chen
“When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.”— Justina Chen
“What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?”— Justina Chen