You can see when someone's been hurt the way I was. It's obvious. Something changes in their eyes; pain becomes their center, even when they try to hide it.

Other times, I look at my scars and see something else: a girl who was trying to cope with something horrible that she should never have had to live through at all. My scars show pain and suffering, but they also show my will to survive. They're part of my history that'll always be there.

You don't deserve the anger you're turning on yourself. Your abuser's the one who does.

I should know better than anyone--you can't tell who a person is just from his looks.

If I want to get out of here, I have to be the one to save myself.

I know I'm not to blame for what he did. And I know, too, that I am strong inside--stronger than I ever realized.