If there is one thing Lincee Ray has learned over the years, it's that the majority of women on the planet struggle with insecurities. Our skinny jeans mock us. Our just-trying-to-help mothers are just driving us crazy. Our social media feeds taunt us with everyone else's picture-perfect lives. It's enough to send you on a gummy-bear bender while binge-watching Friends reruns and not showering for a week. Lincee knows. She's been there. Right there, in fact. Gummy bears and all.
For every woman who's ever wondered if she's unlovable, uninteresting, or unattractive, Lincee offers her particular brand of hilarious (and hard-hitting) self-reflection. Like a true friend, she shows us that the fastest way to happiness is to embrace ourselves in all our imperfection, trust that God knew what he was doing when he made us, and maybe go buy a new tube of mascara. Walk alongside Lincee as she discovers that her identity is not found in her job, her relationship status, her bank account, or her social circle. It's found in Christ.
I quite enjoyed this book. Nonfiction is not typically something I indulge in, let alone Christian nonfiction, so I was surprised to find similarities between Lincee Ray and myself. We're not even from the same generation, but she seems to be one of those types of people who just get it.
Lincee Ray also blogs, so I appreciated someone being able to articulate what a website can be to a person who feels like they haven't a purpose and the world is weighing heavy on their shoulders. It's a source of hope -- a friendly camaraderie, a support system, a lifeline -- in the depths of despair.
