Perfectly Imperfect

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 answer would always be 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. I have no idea what Kane could possibly see in someone like me when he could have them.