Title: Perfectly Imperfect Author: Harper Sloan Published by Self-Published Release Date
November 17, 2015 Genres: Contemporary Romance
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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.
Meet Willow and Kane in the newest stand alone by Harper Sloan!
Note from the Author
Someone asked me once, not long after I announced my plans to write Perfectly Imperfect, how much of this book was really ‘personal’. I know this person has seen pictures of me, so I couldn’t understand how someone would question whether I had faced body issues of my own.
I wish I could remember where this comment came from, but to be honest, I kind of blocked it out. It’s hard enough for an author to put just tiny little grains of themselves – their lives – into a book. Snippets of the truth they’ve picked up on roads traveled. But to put 100% of your thoughts and feelings, more than a boatload of grains of themselves, that couldn’t ever be understood by just a few words.
I remember in elementary school being the chubby girl. I didn’t understand the thoughts in my head at the time because I was still a kid. But I remember hating the body I had. Middle school, more of the same, but then I understood. I used my humor to hide my hurt when someone would joke about me. I remember having this stupid little notebook called ‘chub’. For the longest time, that was my nickname and I hated it. But I still smile on the outside, even if a little part of me was forever scarred. High school was my hardest mentally. By the time I was fifteen I was hardly eating. I was careful, you better believe it, but a few close friends saw. All that ‘chub’ was gone and instead of feeling amazing about myself, my confidence was even worse. At my lowest, around 16-18 years old, I was shopping in the girls sections because I was THAT small. But to me, all I saw was ‘chub’.
I met my husband a few months before I turned 18 and even though it wasn’t an easy road, I got better. He didn’t and still doesn’t care what I look like. I’ll spare you the details on how I got to where I am, but know, Willow was written by someone that didn’t need to research her mindset because she lived it. I still have low days. Some are so bad I can’t even look in the mirror. I’m still learning to completely love ME, but ever day I’m closer.
I think it’s important for everyone to remember, when you judge others for what you see on the outside, you’re missing the beauty they hold within.
Willow is me.
I am Willow.
You are Willow.
Your sister, daughter, mother, friends … is Willow.
She lives inside of all of us.
It’s my hope, that through her story, you’re able to find something that you need in order to look in the mirror and smile.
This book is for you. I might have thought it was for me and in a sense, it was, but now that I’ve finished and realized just how powerful Willow, Kane and their story is, I know it’s never been for me. I didn’t share my story for sympathy, but instead with the hopes that someone that needs to hear Willow’s thoughts, see her heal, and watch her soar…can take a little of that and see just how perfectly imperfect you really are.
Am I scared to release something so personal? Absolutely. Am I nervous? You betcha. Am I ready? Without one second of doubt.
I’m not perfect, I never will be, but my imperfections make me who I am today.