This book has RANGE. It opens with swaggering, unshakable resilience, but it also traverses deeply vulnerable body shame, sets boundaries with ferocity, snarks at pop culture, and is unflinching in both its examination and celebration of self.

Kapri warns that "this book is not for you," and the further your identity varies from "my Blackness, my Queerness, my Hotness," the higher the likelihood you feelings may be hurt. But as they say on TikTok, write those big feelings down in your journal, don't shout them at her, because Kapri isn't setting out to be anyone's hero but her own.

An amazing read. So glad I stumbled across this. ( )