She writes that as a child, she used to break her own limbs with "a baseball bat" or a "wooden hanger."
On page 186, it reads: "My hands and fingers usually. No one knew. My secret." Why? "Proof," she writes, "that I had some value, enough to be fixed." And later, Rosie cryptically adds, "There were many benefits to having a cast. In the middle of the night, it was a weapon."
I'm guessing she needed a "weapon" because she abused? I could be wrong.
She has determination. I tried to break my nose once so I could stay home from school. I couldn't go through with it, so I drank half a bottle of Palmolive to make myself vom. It tasted so nasty. They didn't have delicious scents like grapefruit and hibiscus back then. I know, Rosie and I need the crazy house.