"You're pretty, for a fat girl." That's nothing Claire Howard hasn't heard before, and there's part of her that doesn't care, that thinks it's okay to love herself just the way she is. Then there's that other voice in her head, the one that plays on a constant loop that gets louder whenever people scrutinize her dinner order, snicker when she needs a belt extender on a plane, and outright laugh when they see her with her the kind of man they don't think fat girls deserve.
I couldn't sum up in three words, it was that enjoyable on a topic that many wouldn't touch.
Slut is more than a label to Bex: it's her armor. It protects her from ever having to share her true self. The loop in her head tells her she's innately flawed and wholly unworthy. Why else would her parents insist she go under the knife for a new nose, a new body, and plastic perfection? That's something Thornton Henry Edgeleaf would never understand. Thornton is perfect in every way - handsome, worldly, passionate - with just one unforgivable flaw: he's utterly sincere.
Yes they are both very good but this story just hit me wrong