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.
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