Out on a Limb (Out, #1)

by Hannah Bonam-Young

I find there’s less risk of insecurity spiking the more I act as if I don’t have a body at all.

I, like most women my age, have learned to hate myself just enough to appease others. If you’re too fond of how you look, you’re told you’ll be unlikeable. Labeled as self-involved, egotistical, or stuck-up. But it’s purposeful – pitting us against one another. Consumerism demands we remain unsatisfied with our appearance.

‘No wonder you got pregnant. The guy had a direct line of sight to your ovaries!

‘The idea of having a constant supply of ice is making me a bit emotional,’

‘Fuck yeah. Let’s do some math.’