I still cringe when I hear that line. A fairy tale that had girls pretending they were the fairest, the most beautiful, and the most entitled. A fairy tale most couldn't grow out of turned my haunted childhood memories into a living nightmare. Girls who grew up believing that pile of garbage became the meanest of all 'mean girls.'
And those mean girls were right - it was a line meant for all the beautiful people in the world - and I knew the answer would never be me.
The women with long legs, flat stomachs, and perfect chests.
The type of women Kane Masters gravitated toward.
Well, that's definitely not Willow Tate.
No. That will never be me.
Because I'm completely imperfect.
And ... I hate myself.
I have no idea what Kane could possibly see in someone like me when he could have them.
An inspirational message and a very relatable struggle for many women, myself included!
I applaud Harper Sloan for writing a book so personal to her.
Learn to love yourself. Only you can make yourself happy! Hear hear!!
"life isn't what others want for you, but what you want for yourself."
She's a normal girl of a normal size and not of supermodel skinny genes, and I was happy to finally read a story like that!
That being said, I know I'm in the minority with my 3 star rating, but when it comes down to it, beautiful and encouraging message aside, I just didn't quite get all the warm and fuzzies with this book.
The things that didn't quite fit for me was the insta-love and the fact that it's the typical billionaire meets wounded shy girl who doesn't know she's pretty scenario yet again.
From the blurb I had anticipated raw emotions, tears even.