My Bare Lady (Scorned Women's Society #1)

by Piper Sheldon

But it didn’t change the fact that with every step toward that room, I felt like I was giving something of myself away I could never get back.

The idea that people could be treated so casually as objects had always boggled my mind. Who decided who was of value and who was expendable?

“Let’s just talk,” I added. “Talk?” “Yeah. I’ve heard good things about it. You use your mouth to form words and those words make sentences.”

If you want to be better, you’ll make yourself better. Otherwise, you’ll find excuses to fail.”

“At some point, you have to decide to stop letting other people define you and decide what you want to be for yourself.”

“I’ve been told I’m not super tidy.” “Tidy?” I ran a hand through my hair. “It looks like you were attacked and used whatever you could find to defend yourself.”

“It’s like this room is the end of the wormhole where all the missing socks of the world disappear to.”

I wanted to drop her hand and bash their skulls together while pointing out they were a waste of atoms.

Mean girls were symptomatic of most patriarchal cultures. Their appearance had always boggled me, as women had enough odds stacked against them. You’d think they’d band together rather than tear each other down.