This book felt intensely familiar at points like Marie-Noëlle rolled up a mirror and was like look at this. When she speaks about Matilda I got goosebumps at it triggered memories with my own friends.

In reality this book is a perfect example of "you wouldn't say this to your friends, why are you saying it to yourself." While reading this, at many points I want to reach out and be like no you are beautiful. But then I realized, my own inner dialogue is and has often been the same as Marie-Noëlle's and I didn't ever question it coming from myself. Which means I should probably take a note from this book and also reach out to get some professional help.

TLDR: This book is beautiful, while also feeling intensely personal.