I wanted so badly to like this book. I follow a lot of "mommy bloggers" on social media (Tiffany Jenkins, Brooke Wilkerson, CA Miljavac, Bunmi Laditan, just to name a few). I also love a good motivational story about women finding themselves and following their dreams (ex: Jeanette Walls, Elizabeth Gilbert, and Queen Dolly Parton) I started seeing this book recommended in some of these online circles and assumed it would be right up my alley, even though I'd never heard of Rachel Hollis. I purchased the book on Audible because who has time to actually sit and read books, amIright? Within the first few chapters I was so disappointed.Rachel Briefly touched on her humble beginnings, and good for her that she made it out and set off to create a better life for herself in Los Angeles. Seriously, that's awesome. She preaches over, and over that YOU are responsible for fulfilling your own dreams and while she's correct, she seems to gloss over the fact that she comes from a place of serious privilege. Rachel Hollis doesn't HAVE to work. She married young to a wealthy entertainment executive. She's privileged enough to have a safety net to where if she follows her dreams and fails miserably she won't end up at a food pantry.Overall, she makes a few good points throughout the book, but it's mostly full of humble brags and ways to better yourself if you've got a fat wallet and a lifestyle with some risk appetite. She preaches throughout the book to stay off of Pinterest and embrace who you are, but if you actually visit her website, it's full of the exact stuff that makes a lot of moms feel like failures. Pictures of her jogging as a size 4 with a flat stomach after three kids and amazing hair, a wardrobe full of items that cost more than my mortgage payment, food and drinks that look like they should be on a magazine cover. The target audience for this book is definitely upper-middle class white women... or those who live beyond their means and pretend to be wealthy.Overall, for me, this book was just a miss.