Model/actress/author Emily Ratajkowski’s collection of essays about her complicated relationship with her body, titled, appropriately enough, My Body, tackles some of her experiences in coming to terms with what her body means to her and how she deals with exploiting her looks while trying, and sometimes failing, from being exploited.

Ratajkowski came to fame in 2013 thanks to her completely nude appearance in Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines video.  The next year, she was one of the female celebrities to have nude photos leaked online.  She covers both in these essays, along with sexual assault, her mother’s illness, and her difficulties enjoying the influencer perks that she gained by trading off of her looks.

At the end of the day, I didn’t much care for this book.  Maybe it would have been better if I read it, but I figured Ratajkowski could tell her own story in her own voice.  Unfortunately, her delivery was very monotone and, except for a brief moment where she broke down at the end of one of the essays that detailed both sexual and emotional abuse from a photographer, she showed very little emotion.  Tropical vacations, Hollywood parties with her husband, and teenage rape were all treated with the same monotonous tone of voice.  The other downer was that she seemingly has been unable to find joy in anything related to the way she looks.  If that is truly the case, I honestly feel for her, because she has all of the downs of being a model/actress without any of the ups.