ni blonde, ni brune, ni grande, ni petite, ni grosse ni maigre...
elle se débrouille.
Eat My Heart Out by Zoe Pilger (Really really into this story... thinking about buying it!)
I laughed. ‘No, Vic. That’s the trouble. I think I’m desperate, I even want to be desperate, but I’m not. The sad truth is that I’m not. Maybe if I was, then you’d love me.’ I stood up, exhilarated. ‘But I’m not.’