Okay, like five people recommended this book to me over the past six months. And finally. I was able to just sit down and devour it. Devour is probably a proper adjective because I read this book like it was a huge piece of chocolate cake sitting on my kitchen counter while my kiddos were napping and I didn't want them to find out I was eating something they would want.
Rachel Hollis is authentically funny and mercilessly real. She came into my life right when I needed her and told me that it was okay to just. be. me.
I *highly* recommend this book for all Mamas.