A review by jubaju
Nothing Is Okay by Rachel Wiley

2.0

Same old bland kind of vaguely feminist poetry with the same message of loving your body and fighting off loneliness and dealing with trauma. While these are completely valid themes, they do not hold my attention enough to read yet another book about them. I would class this collection in the same genre as Rupi Kaur and Amanda Lovelace, although a bit less pretentious.