How I learned to stop worrying and love myself by K. Miller

This short story's title is what got my attention. It was straight forward and to the point. I sensed no ambiguity. As I read this literary nonfiction work I noticed numerous similarities K. Miller was describing about one of the sisters she mentioned named Ariel. Miller was descriptive on her looks, personality, and likes Ariel had which were similar to mine. As I kept reading I was getting more engaged and shocked on how Ariel and I were alike. In the end I saw and felt what Miller was feeling and found myself relating to her and the other two sisters, Ariel and Marie, were going through. I like simple works, but give out a bigger meaning and this narrative writing did that very well and kept me interested.