I can tell you all sorts of things about myself. My name is Layla, but my friends call me Lay. I'm 30 years old and live in the city. It's a big place with lots of opportunities and possibilities. Or at least that's what people say.

To be honest though, it can be pretty lonely here sometimes. I work as a waitress at a diner on the outskirts of town, which means I have to deal with all sorts of weirdos on a daily basis. Some of them are nice enough, but others... well let's just say they're not exactly the kind of people you want to invite over for dinner.

One thing that's always been true about me is my weight. It's something that has haunted me since I was a kid. I used to be so self-conscious about it back then that I would hide behind baggy clothes whenever possible. As I got older, things didn't exactly get better. If anything, they got worse.

People started calling me names - Lay Fat Ass Lay, Lay Fat Pussy Lay, all sorts of nasty stuff like that. At first it was just kids at school who were cruel enough to say those kinds of things about me, but as I got older the teasing only seemed to get worse.

I've tried going on diets and trying new exercise routines in an effort to lose weight and fit in with everyone else. But no matter what I do, I always seem to end up back at square one - a heavy-set woman struggling to find her place in this world.

But hey, that's my story. What about you? Want to hear more about the time I accidentally vomited all over a customer's table at work? |nervous laughter|