Mirror, mirror … who’s the fairest of them all?
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
I gave this book 4 Perfectly Imperfect Stars on Goodreads. Read From 29/12/15 - 09/01/16
I loved this book for a few different reasons but one of them being I could relate to some of the things Willow was feeling about herself and I think most woman will. Thinking you're not good enough for someone and putting yourself down is something I would constantly do to myself. Although over the years I've gotten better, I still catch myself saying something negative about myself every now and again. I think we are always harder on ourselves then we are on other people.