If the Shoe Fits (Meant to Be, #1)

by Julie Murphy

don’t believe in fate. I can’t. I refuse to believe that first Mom and then Dad dying was part of some grand scheme. If that’s true, whatever’s at the end of my rainbow isn’t worth what it will have cost me.

When someone calls me brave for going out or wearing a fitted dress or for some other normal thing that every other girl does, what it really means is: I would be mortified to look like you, but good for you for merely existing even if all I can think about is how fat you are and how I’m terrified I’ll one day look like you. So brave.

Don’t you see how belittling this is! I’m not brave for wearing a dress. I’m just living!

I grin down at her as I take out my mouthpiece. “Just playing by the rules. Moo, bitch. Moo.”