Bianca
I can see what he sees. A girl who drinks, who wears short skirts. Who gets dressed up so that people will look at her, think she’s pretty. A girl everyone does think is pretty. A girl who likes attention and dark rooms and boys and parties and dumb, flirty conversation.
It’s my fault he sees me like that—I am like that.
But it’s not my fault he doesn’t see that I’m a person, too.
— An exploration of beauty, self-worth, slut-shaming, and rape culture. It’s a relevant read, but the plot was kind of all over the place. I wish it focused more on the issues that mattered.