I'm Not Like Other Girls.

My name is Honeysuckle. I just have to have an unusual name that'll make me insecure so that someone would find it extremely beautiful and enchanting.

My name is Honeysuckle, and I'm not like other girls.
I wear too large clothes that obviously hide my amazing figure. I don't wear makeup at all unlike those fake plastic cheerleaders. I never wear skirts and gowns because I'm not a slut. I'm crazy insecure about my body even though I look exactly like my gorgeous supermodel lookalike lawyer mother and I inherited the enchanting eyes of my Leonardo DiCaprio lookalike lawyer father.
I'm only insecure of course to move the general plot.

Most importantly, I'm not like other girls because, I'm extremely intelligent, have never had a boyfriend, obsessed with love but too shy to find it, and I like pizza. With Pineapple.
Bottom line is, for the purpose of this book, all women are trash except me.
Because I'm not like other girls.