Austin Taylor Body Of A Goddess -

Just in time for her to walk away, whole and human, into the rest of her life.

The problem was that the voice in her head—the one that counted calories, logged miles, measured centimeters—had grown louder than any whisper in the hall. It didn’t care about symmetry or praise. It only saw flaws. A micron of softness here. A shadow of a fold there. Every mirror was a courtroom, and she was both the accused and the hangman. austin taylor body of a goddess

But a body is just a vessel. And Austin’s vessel was carrying a war. Just in time for her to walk away,