Let's be honest: women are still only really valued for two things--their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beaut — Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
Let's be honest: women are still only really valued for two things--their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beaut — Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
Let's be honest: women are still only really valued for two things--their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beaut — Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
Let's be honest: women are still only really valued for two things--their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beaut — Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
Let's be honest: women are still only really valued for two things--their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beaut — Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
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Let's be honest: women are still only really valued for two things--their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beautiful, and I can't have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless.

— Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
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