The way she holds a spoon as she eats cereal with such white - knuckled intensity you'd think it was her last meal; the angle of her jaw when she steps onto the
ice, facing judges she knows loathe the transparency of her working - class background; and the tender
hurt in her eyes when she confronts a judge in the parking lot about her score, and learns that no matter her skill, her inability to live up to the proper, soft standard for women in figure
skating would bar her from the adoration she yearned for.