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“I felt degraded. I saw the boys walk to the bedroom, talking and relaxed, while the girls wouldn't meet each other's eyes. I thought that we had lost some crucial bit of power, not from the act of being judged, but by showing that it meant something to us. I wanted to be like the boys, who seemed to have forgotten that it happened the moment they stepped away. Was it that the boys didn't care as much about their appearance, or because they were al-ready so sure of their worth that external opinion meant nothing to them? I didn't hate that I was the second-most beautiful: I hated that I had to stand there and be told that everyone else thought so.”
“I decided I would give Sam a nice compliment, and we could smooth things over. But when I reached him, he spoke before I could. "You have nice skin," he said, voice so flat and empty that it entirely negated the meaning of the words. And what kind of compliment was that, anyway? At once, my goodwill left me. I stayed standing there for so long that Jacintha had to nudge me again. "Can't think of anything?" Sam said, impassive. My compliment that I had prepared for him had been that I liked that he fixed things without anyone asking. Andrew liked to loudly announce that he was getting to work whenever he was presented with a job, and Jacintha sometimes complained that she got stuck with all of the most menial tasks. Sam generally fixed the problem before anyone else had noticed it. But I felt irrationally cheapened by the fact that he had given me such a superficial compliment. I had expected it from Ryan, because I knew that he liked me most of all for my beauty, and that, to me, was okay: my beauty was what I prized the most too, and the only thing about me which I expected to draw a response. But for some reason,from Sam it felt like an insult. "You're tall", I said,and moved on.”