Chapter 3 Don't judge me

Chapter 2

Layla's pov

At 27 I have my whole life figured out. I was an extremely popular plus-size clothes designer. I got sick of people telling me I was to "fat" for the cute clothes. All the plus sized clothes I seen looked like they should be curtains. So, I worked hard and made a name for myself. For me I was all work and no play.

I was tired of men. I just didn't have time for them. Every one of them tried changing me. I was happy with who I was. It's not my fault they can't deal with some curves. Men all they want is what looks good on the outside. To hell with that.

I decided to take some of my employs out to celebrate our glowing review. So, we went to a club especially for us "fat" people, and the ones that adore us. I loved being here. I could let go and have fun. No one here judged me.

I came here had fun, and flirted a bit then went on my way. Everyone needs a place where they can go and feel beautiful. Most nights I just ignore everyone but my close group of friends. Tonight, I felt brave. I felt beautiful.

Earlier today I went to this restaurant, and some guy oinked at me like I was some pig. He told his buddies they should leave since I most likely will eat all the food. I have dealt with guys like that my whole life.

Even my family says things about "how I have such a pretty face. I would be beautiful if only I could lose some weight." They have called me the human garbage disposal growing up.

I am not obese. I am only twenty ponds over my normal weight. I have curves. I have always had big hips with a big chest to match. I try not to let these things bother me, but they do. I wanted to punch those guys today. Instead, I left, and went home to cry.

What gives them the right to judge me? Are all men like this? So far that is all I have found. I was good enough for a quickie, but not to be seen in public with. Well, I was done with all that. It was going to take someone incredibly special to make me revoke my single status, and I doubted a man like that existed.

I have decided to just worry about me and forget all about the haters. When I am on top of the world, and they can't reach me that will be the best kind of revenge. I don't do toxic, so I have cut ties with family and so-called friends that brought me down. I am living life to the fullest I mean yea of course I would love to find a great guy I just doubt one that will love me for me is out there.