ABSTRACT

Aurora’s mother used to tell her to not worry about the monsters under her bed, because imaginary things can’t hurt you. But they can. ) ey can kill you.

I want to ^ y far away, to never-never land, where I’m not ashamed, where it’s ok to eat all sorts of things, not a humiliating, dirty thing to do. I’d be beautiful and free, and there’d be no scales, no mirrors. Never-be-hungry land, never-be-judged land, never-be-Mom land, always-be-me land. Second star to the right, and straight on till morning-is that how you get there?