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401 pages, Hardcover
First published November 24, 2020
“Well you see, he’s ugly cute,” I would later explain to people who never asked. It was a label that acknowledged his homely looks, but also insisted there was some redeeming beauty to be slowly uncovered, like an acquired taste for your eyes.
When you first break up, your friends are there for you. They’re there because they love you, and more importantly, they’re there because they need to talk shit about your ex and this is the window of opportunity they’ve been patiently waiting for.
I grew wary of recognition and even began to fear it. It was as though praise was a powerful spotlight, and every time I stood in it, I risked revealing my true incompetence.
It was hard to explain my feelings without coming across as though I was fishing for compliments, so I stopped trying to explain altogether.