Too Late, Darling — The Weight Of Insults

I dropped tens of thousands of dollars getting my nose done in LA, and yours is still better. Every time we go out, all eyes land on you. It's not like I don't get plenty of compliments when I'm out alone. Is this the difference between regular pretty and drop-dead gorgeous?

Ugh! I knew I looked good. Strangers had picked up my tib more than once. I got hit on constantly.

Even talent scouches approached me for auditions. But I hadn't always looked like this. Not before I met Lucas Sterling. I'd been heavy my whole life.

By high school, I weighed nearly 220 pounds. My eyes were squeezed shut under layers of facial fat. Whale! Fat pig! Whale. Fat pig.

pig. I'd heard every insult you could imagine, so I've always been insecure. The I got, the less I dared to dress up, and the less I dressed up, the uglier I got. And a guy found out I liked him, he acted insulted and tore me apart. Get out of my way!

Every time I tried to lose weight, my parents told me I was fine the way I was, said I was cute. They were overweight themselves and never saw the issue. My teen years were filled with mockery, until I met Lucas Sterling in an online He fell for my voice right away and begged to add me as a friend.