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.
Desperate to please her family, she shrinks so far into herself that she no longer sees herself as a person who deserves more. More love, acceptance, understanding, compassion. Her only relief comes in the form of her two best friends, and even they can't help the hole she's in.
Told from dual points of view, Ms. Sloan weaves a story so heartbreaking and honest the reader is often times left reeling from the pain and realization as Willow must struggle to survive not only the world around her but worse, her own self-hate.
Having reached her lowest point she must decide if she's going to fight back, to find herself again or disappear completely.
Grab your copy today and dedicate a few hours to gobble this amazing book up, you won't regret it!