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 have never hidden my own personal demons and battles, I always share a little bit of my past in a review if it means being able to get my thoughts across better, or if I feel like I need to explain why something moved me as much or as little as it did. When I started reading Perfectly Imperfect I felt such a real life connection with Willow that I had to step away more than once to not only compose myself but to remind myself my past doesn’t define me and I am looking only towards the future. Here is where I am going to give some insight into my life, or well a time in my life I should say. I was always the skinny girl in high school, I didn’t have to work at it, I just was; but to my eyes I was never perfect. Bullies told me I was ugly or that I was less than what they thought was the “perfect beautiful girl”. I listened to those voices and allowed myself to doubt my own beauty. This is something I still struggle with to this day. I have now put on some weight, I had had two beautiful children that has added to my new version of me, but even though I know I should lose some weight to be healthier I am happy with my imperfections because I got them after having my children.
I have also suffered verbal, emotional and at one point physical abuse by ex’s and especially my ex-husband. As much as the physical blows hurt, the verbal hits he took hurt more than any punch, slap or shove he gave me. I am still now trying to stop the negative words from winning. My husband now has to help me get through my moments of doubt, my anxiety and my depression. He has helped me heal by loving my version of perfectly imperfection. He loves me for me and slowly I am starting to love myself once more.
Willow and Kane’s story moved me. I loved how Kane helped build Willow up, how even when he was hiding a secret from her, her well-being came before his own. Willow had to begin to believe in her own self-worth. Kane already saw it, but it took Willow some time to see it for herself. While Perfectly Imperfect deals with Willow’s painful past, it also deals with healing, love, friendships and finally the belief in yourself. Oh and did I forget to mention the smoking sex scenes? I did? Well let me just say I was needing some relief from my husband hehe.
Perfectly Imperfect isn’t just about a person’s weight, it is about being able to love all the imperfections that make you perfect in the eyes of the one who loves you. It is about healing from words that can cut sharper than a knife. I highly recommend Perfectly Imperfect to everyone who has ever doubted their own self-worth.
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“Tell me why.” His demand, steady and calm, gives me the courage I need to tell him. To open a vein and bleed my insecurities.
“I’m not perfect,” I whisper.
“And neither am I, Willow. I don’t want perfect. What so many see as perfect, to me, is fake. Perfect isn’t achievable naturally. No one, and I mean no one, is perfect.”
I’m shaking my head before he’s even done speaking, but one long finger comes up and presses against my lips before I can speak.
“No, let me finish. There isn’t beauty in perfection. It’s as fake as the image the word projects. Beauty is found in imperfection, Willow, because to admit you’re not perfect means you’re admitting you’re not whole and absolute. When I think of myself, I see someone willing to admit he’s as far from complete as it gets because, in order to get to that perfection, I need to find the other part of me who will make my life better. To take all the faults I have and fill them, and only then will I be there. You see, the way I see it, the only way to become perfect is to find that perfectly imperfect person who brings it out of you.”
When he stops, I swear I might have stopped breathing. How am I supposed to respond to that?
“Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice strong and sure.
“Yes, Kane. Nerves or not, I do.”
“Then let me show you what I see when I look at you.”
He brings his hands up, framing my face once again in a way I’m quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of. His warm eyes implore, begging me without words to let him continue. I do not intend to stop him, regardless of the butterflies currently taking over my system. I’m all in.
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.